I ain't one for no social graces
I ain't one for no high-toned places
I don't care for no finer things
I ain't got no watch
I don't wear no rings
I just like to hang out in my truck
Say hey, why don't you join me
And then let's fuck?
We can fuck until we cannot fuck no more
We can fuck until we knock the paint clean off the door
We can fuck until we cave that door right in
We can keep on fucking
'Cause fucking ain't a sin
Now I have been told
That sometimes I act too bold
And it has been said
I'm thinking with the wrong size head
But I know I could show you a better world
If you were my girl... Let's fuck
We can fuck until we cannot fuck no more
We can fuck 'til we knock the fucking paint off the fucking door
We can fuck until we cave that fucker right on in
We can fuck and fuck and fuck
'Cause fucking ain't a sin
They say you mess with the bull
You get the horns
Someone might get sick
Someone else might get born
But I wear a raincoat
So I keep real dry
Fucking won't kill me, and if it does
What a way to die
I ain't one for no social graces
I just like to see their shocked, scared faces
I don't care for no finer things
Unless you mean ranch dressing on my buffalo wings
I just like to hang out with my duck
Well, that was a stupid rhyme
Nevermind
Let's fuck