You love the individuals And what makes them who they are The things that make them different Make your panties wet from far You stare at them for hours And try to sus their trip Figure what motivates them Or what it takes to make them flip Cross your arms and cross your legs You don't have to say a word Cos if you wait there long enough You'll surely have your turn Too afraid to make a move Can't afford a slip A husband's what you really want One who will stay with you and never - never - never f**ing split Now you've got his pecker Next you'll want his balls This is the score you've been waiting for So you've read on washroom walls But what you really want Is to destroy all you desire Cos the things that turn you on Should only be seen by you Try and lay on a guilt trip Cos guilt is what you feel You thought that sole ownership Was a clause in the deal Once you've got a left - nut Banked inside your purse You remind me of a Haitian witchdoctor Administering a f**ing voodoo curse . The worse thing about it The more I look the more I find A hell of a lot of guys will play And don't mind The worse thing about it The more I look the more I find A hell of a lot of guys will play Those f**ing stupid games And they don't really seem to mind