Let me say
That Sasha Grey
Knows how to play

I’d see her every day
If I could have my say
Yes if I could have it my way
I’d treat Sasha Grey

I hate what she does
And I wish she wasn’t the way she was
But its all because
She didn’t get enough love

So I write this for her
Because I think we are both sick without a cure
I’d make her dinner, boil pasta to stir
Read her Blake, or maybe even Poe, something very obscure

Because Sasha, there is plenty out there for you
Way more then fluffers, and a whole photograph crew
I swear you’ve done it all, but when I see your eyes I see blue
Because it breaks my heart, to see you do what you do.