Sinful Secrets of the WaWa Jealousy

Starry night, the campfire light.
I feel his lips on mine, making me sing
But his heart is for another
The ugly whore beside me
I could be lusted after too.
Just sit in the damn chair, bitch!

Foreshadowing, flickering light.
I make him real, larger than life.
He snubs me for her.
Muffled I am unable to beat borne flesh.
Is it endearing? Is it love?
Dancing is merely a clothed representation of fucking anyway.
The stand-up comic knows.

Stars pinwheel, eyes of dismay.
Fuck, she's a rag doll.
This is love's true face?
Is man's love rape in this shit-stained world?
Is that the height of human imagination?
She's on all fours as I sing, drowning her out.
Like most of mankind even knows what the fuck love is.
You know what? Fuck you all.
Fade to black.