People say that love’s the best thing around
so what does that leave you when you’ve finally found
that it’s often the finest who end up alone
and it’s the rotten bastards who can’t mute their phones?
Women know they go for the dangerous kind.
They say to themselves “Oh why can’t I find
a nice guy?” Why do I always fall for jerks?”
But they don’t want a man who’ll do all the work,
who’ll clean the house and make them dinner,
who’ll bring them flowers and be the breadwinner.
They want a guy who’s fucked all their friends,
Who’s rued by women, and envied by men.
Love is a game, and you gotta know how to cheat.
You can’t win the prize being honest and sweet.
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