I whine and whimper more
I cry and wail more
My body trembles and quakes more and more and more
I sicken and weaken more
I cough and cough up more
These doctors have no clue what they're saying
Need I really proof that I'm dying
A rotten self-image
I'm a spoiled little brat
Swimming in sins
Slinky as a mink
Thirsting for kink
And drowning in guilt
But up for anything as it sells
Sling bling on my finger
Put my mind through the wringer
I puke and whine and wail
Am fucked up head to tail
An easy one to pick on
That's the type I am, A wimpy drama queen
You are a filthy boy
You are a filthy boy
Despicable
Sometimes bash him
Sometimes smash him
Tie down the pervy boy the naughty boy
I'm a smut addict
Such a sexy man
Sometimes I'm a good boy
Sometimes I'm bad
Sometimes wear a tight
And sexy leather thong
Sometimes lie alone for hours
Forlorn, completely helpless
Bound down and sleepless
Wet and sticky boy
You are a filthy boy
You are a filthy boy
Disgusting man
Filthy boy
Repugnant boy
You're a smut addict
You make me sick
A rotten self-image
I'm a spoiled little brat
Swimming in sins
Slinky as a mink
Thirsting for kink
And drowning in guilt
But up for anything as it sells
Sling bling on my finger
Put my mind through the wringer
I puke and whine and wail
Am fucked up head to tail
An easy one to pick on
That's the type I am
A wimpy drama queen
With fetishes galore
You are a filthy boy
You are a filthy boy
Atrocious
Filthy boy
You are a filthy boy
Disgusting man