Guys Are Gross

Do you get a little anxious when a man is in the room?
Projecting phallic symbols like they landed on the moon
Well, I don't think there's any chance we'll understand each other soon
Guys are gross
The attitude will change with the direction of the blood
And it won't help with intervention or a lesson from above
Well, they will try to win affection with confessions of their love
Guys are gross

They may over step their bounds
When no one's left around
When down is up and up is down
We sent them to wars and hunting
Now we send them to stores for something
Oh darling, please, I know I'm just a snarling beast
And perhaps we've all grown obsolete

They swear, they spit, they smell like shit
To be eloquent, guys are gross
So treat them well, cuz they need your help
They can barely feed themselves
Guys are gross

Wake up at six and get my daughter to school
I get home quick because there's laundry to do
I'd dress up like a princess if she wanted me to
But all that sick shit you heard is probably true

Is this the dying gasp of a creature who's time has past
Just lie back, try and relax
Oh darling, please, you know I'm just a snarling beast
And perhaps we've all grown obsolete

They curse, they hit, they smell like shit
To put it delicate, guys are gross
So treat them well, cuz they can reach high shelves
But they can barely feed themselves
Guys are gross