For I guess forever
Women have been telling men
Send flowers
Compliment us
Notice our hair
Stupid shit
Shit you don’t wanna do
Shit we don’t do for you
And these women
Are fucking it up for the rest of us
Cuz I don’t want any of that stuff
What I want
Is for you to put sweat on my brow
And knots in my hair
Splinters in my back
And blood on my lip
Make me walk funny for a day or two
That’ll get my attention
I’m addicted to that shit
And I’m allergic to flowers
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