"You clean up nice,"
She says to me with this
Smug ass grin that means
She knows just how much
Porn that it takes to get me off nowadays.
As the chance of a kiss disappears from her brain,
We bite and chew this night away.
"I like your new haircut,"
I say but what I mean is,
"Eat shit."
This ain't what they mean by love
And I don't seem the type that likes himself enough
To be loved.

Mademoiselle, sil vous plait, please excuse all the flesh
I once ate.
But, avec moi, c'est la vie, my humble new diet ain't
Changing a thing.
What's compassion? What's a rouse? Cause I still ain't
Stuck in a bed with you.
I'd rather dine alone.
If meat is murder, what is love?
"Let's do this again sometime."
"Your place or mine?"
If meat is murder, what the fuck is love?