But I guess that’s just what sluts do.
How could it ever be just us two?
I'd never love you enough to trust you, we just met and I just fucked you.

But I do know one thing
though bitches they come they go,
Saturday through Sunday, Monday.
Monday through Sunday yo.
Maybe I'll love you one-day maybe we'll someday grow.
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fucking runway hoe.