Whoremones

You look so dope-amine tonight
I need to oxyto-see you tonight
A little bird told me you were insulin-to me
You got my number, don't forget to kall-idin me

But you got whoremones
But you got whoremones

We were all fine until that boy came along
What's with his arms? You can't be possibly that strong
Okay he might be a bit richer than me
At least I was your home for one week or three

Then you got whoremones
Then you got whoremones

Please don't get all hista on me-ne
You're going angiotensin 2 far
Come back to bed, fill up on melatonin
Don't run away, now you're all glucagone

'Cause you got whoremones
'Cause you got whoremones
'Cause you got whoremones
'Cause you got whoremones

'Cause you got whoremones
'Cause you got whoremones
'Cause you got whoremones
'Cause you got whoremones



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Writer(s): David Shen
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