I'm a who*e in girlfriend's clothing
Didn't even know it till last night
I went to a birthday party
What I saw just wasn't right
Six men stood around the pool
All of whom had dated me
Some of them I'd come to know in
Varying degrees of biblically
Wondering how this had happened
I just stood there paralyzed
Trying to recall how each thing fizzled
When suddenly I realized
I'm everyone's type till they get to know me
After that, not so much
Maybe the world is trying to show me
Be more careful what I touch
'Cause all the men that I have dated
The numbers have accumulated
I've become an accidental s*ut
My mom says there's two types of girls
The ones men f** and the ones they marry
It had not occurred to me
I might be in the former category
'Cause I really didn't mean for this to happen
My intentions were pure with all six
But the title of who*e-faced f**ing ho bag
Doesn't come with an asterisk
Don't know exactly how this happened
Or when my judgment disappeared
But somewhere along the way
sh** got weird
Now I'm everyone's type till they get to know me
After that, not so much
Maybe the world is trying to show me
It's time to downshift my clutch
'Cause all the men that I have dated
The numbers have accumulated
I've become an accidental s*ut
I guess my cat's out of the bag
So I might as well embrace it
'Cause once Pandora's left your box
There's no way to erase it
And I'm everyone's type till they get to know me
After that, not so much
Maybe the world is trying to show me
My capacitor's out of flux
'Cause all the men that I have dated
The numbers have accumulated
I've become an accidental s*ut