Released on April 20, 2009

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Am I the first in these sheets since you last washed em?

Or swappin' pillow germs with the last few guys you got with? (hot bitch)

5'3, messy haircut, lies about where she's from, will fuck anyone once

Prescribed drugs, but is secretive about it

Better that than be obnoxious and come outward

As if her emotional problems were a badge of honor

Her mom is bonkers, she never met her father

I feel like I just stuck my dick in a urinal

Ain't made me strap up, but you had a box of durex though

Cause I don't go bare back, when a young girl is such a pushover like that

And surely don't ask much, long as you got a bump

Fire a glass, nippy in the bag like lunch

The one alone in most social situations

And even though she's the life of the party

Makin' out with girlfriends, strippin' naked if people egg her on

I got a fridge to sell her

All she really wants is her head sprung and her pootie licked

Guys rumour how she a snootie little bitch

But that's just a front up, and a poor one at that

They don't see the underlying irony in how she acts

Or what she says

"you can fuck my friends

We can go our separate ways and never speak again."

I got respect issues, and she got head issues

Don't let them puppy dog eyes and pillow tits trick you

So says the bullshitter who got bullshitted

It seems i lost track of my instincts

But soft skin had me fient out

Enough to give this thing benefit of the doubt

When she said her mom overdosed and then grandma passed away

From the grief of circumstance, she wants to come and stay with me

She'll be in philly for the funeral reception

And has an extra seat aboard her headtrip

She don't know how to handle her thoughts

Hopped a train to visit me in new york

Angry at the world, she's such a victim

Family at their wit's end, mom's schizophrenic

And the fruit fell so close to the tree, it might still be on the branch

I was trying to get some ass, not catch feelings for psychopath and get attatched

So when she left and called me to confess, I wasn't mad

Maybe a little at myself

Told her what she need to do was seek profesional help

She was more concerned with making me jealous

Went and got knocked up, and luckily it's someone elses

Who must've found rest in her warm bed

And never thought twice to question her intent

Or what she says

"you can fuck my friends

We can go our separate ways and never speak again."

I got respect issues, and she got head issues

Don't let them puppy dog eyes and pillow tits trick you