"All men are evil except my boyfriend"
Said the sound of the spectacle
I read it in a fanzine
It wasn't even in a big dumb glossy magazine
Everything, everything, everything we ever said
Everything, everything, everything might've done well
None of that means sh** any more
We contradicted ourselves
We're all hypocrites
Just cos we like to get our kicks
In this one way, sometimes
You tell me