PrEP-Whore In Vegas (Joni Mitchell Parody about Truvada)

The way I see it you might as well not hide it
These days it's so normal to be gay and to flirt with dudes
There might be somebody who wants to get laid
I give good head and can do any thickness
There's a lot of guys wanting to bareback, tired of getting head
They're trying to be an F. B. of mine

I was a PrEP-Whore in Vegas, I got lucky all the time
Fucking was better than playing slots, or sniffing nitrous oxide
Truvada keeps me kinda regular, but it might give you the shits
I had to rely on Scruff and Growlr, because Grindr is on the fritz

I deal in creamers, dry cummers and screamers
Lately I wonder what I do it for, five tricks a day
Tough to walk with a sore butt and wander down the Fruit Loop and that Paradise street
Cruising dads at the Blue Men Group
Thinking how I'll feel when I find, some old-tourist-knotty-pine

I was a PrEP-Whore in Vegas, I felt them cumming inside
There were daddies calling me up for favors, and a few young ones on the side
You know I'd go back there tomorrow, but I'm sick with twelve STIs
Stroking the baby-maker machinery, this week it's just me and my wong