Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
She says I'm a beast
They ought to kill me and put me out of her misery
Jerkin' her around like a yo-yo
Like Godzilla walking over Tokyo
Pulling people out of windows and cars
Eating them whole with out thinking twice first
Well that's me I guess
But why don't you give it a rest?
She says a lot of things, I'm not surprised
Significant others are inclined to improvise
For example I'm the closit Don Juan
Because I chew on my ice and suck on my gums
And I make eyes at all her friends
That irresistible pack of loose ends
I'm already guilty so I guess I'll confess
If you would just give it a rest
And she says I'm a misogynist
A selfish elfish hedonist
That's just a misinterpretation
I slip on my tongue and I get a gross exaggeration
I never said Velma and Louise wasn't gender bending
Don't tell me Jesus was a woman I won't contest
You're just incapable of feeling
So you might as well give yourself a rest
I like woman but liquor is quicker
I get down in the mouth and put my mind in the gutter
And I can feel bottomless in a topless bar
Because where woman are degraded, I can't be far
Yes, that fits me like a black eye
I'm the biggest mistake you'll ever deny
A jerk, a piss ant and a scurvy insect
But at least I loved you, so why won't you give it a rest