I want nothing for you
All your pity means nothing to me
Get out of the fucking door
Take your luggage and get the fuck out
-high voice- I will grab my payphone
And call a Pizza Hut
Then I'll dial the number
And order a fucking pizza
My pizza gets so warm and I don't want to put it in the freezer
Give me a minute to slap you around, bitch
I'm hungry and I'm ready for hard sex
Come back to me with a paper that says we're divorced and stuff
Then I'll fucking move to Utah
Or maybe I'll just go to Canada
I heard they put milk in bags
But I don't drink milk so I don't care
Anyhow, I fucking hate you now
I really hate you in case you didn't know
Once we've finally broken up and all that stuff
I think it's better if we got married again
Because I really think that you are smart
And your just as beautiful as Ed Gein, yeah
I can't wait to have you scratch my back
Make me toast in the morning
Itch my toes when they get itchy on my toes
Because my toes get itchy from time to time
And I think you would know that by now
Since we've been married forever, girl baby boy man
My heart is broken still but you can fix it
All it takes is a transplant
I'll call Harold Shipman as soon as possible
Oh wait he hung himself in West Yorkshire
I guess I'm fucking screwed
Now I'm lonely forever
Nobody will love me anymore
credits
from Pop Album,
released July 23, 2011
same as "how abot..."