Living and loving; liking you left nothing to lose
Cleaning cunt off your cock, cause you just like to cruise
Many a mistress left you manually manipulating as video erotica ensues
That’s what happens when you love the dyke next door

tasting her lips only when she passes the bong
Feeling her hips, only when you sleep in too long
Knowing you'll never seduce her, no matter the song
That’s what happens when an “Ellen” fan is whom you adore

If only she was straight; you were a girl
God you left me on this forsaken world
Billions of people, but only one portentous pearl
Regretting she, is the one with the regarded rapport

This is the end, or the beginning of naught
Lending a left feeling of somber distraught
Sadly mistaken that you’re doing “what ought”
But that’s what happened when you love the dyke next door