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