(Doug Haywood) Well it came to me as you came, You don't even know my name. You'd just as soon be fucking a doornob, You asshole you. You'll fuck anything that moves, And I'll tell you what that proves: You just want meat, you don't want me, You asshole you. Well you wish that I was stronger, And could last a little longer. I get so mad that I could spit. I don't need that kind of shit. Well you toyed with my affection, And you laughed at my errection, And its lack of circumsection, You asshole you