FOR ALL LOVING SOULS (WHICH I AM NOT)
It sometimes makes me wonder
How it would be to be
A loving soul (which I am not)

And you know what I see?

It disgusts me
Your steady manner
Your steady manner
Of loving me
All the time

And you love your boyfriend
And you love your wife
You love your lover
And you love me all the time

And you know what?

It disgusts me
Your steady manner
Your steady manner
Of loving me
All the time

And you may be dark
And you may be rough
You may be silent
You may be weird

But I don’t like your loving soul

Cause it makes me board
It makes me sick
It makes me hate you
It makes me go away

It disgusts me,
Disgust me so bad
Your steady manner
Of loving me
All the time.

Your pity inner need
Of taking care