Autoerotic Lyrics

Sick of playing this game
Seven fake numbers one fake name
Always pretending I’ll never win
How did this come about?
Frustrated each time that I go out
But it’s all ending I’ve found a friend
I know that this one will last
I get what I want no strings attached
No buying dinner No awkwardness
I get to pick who I want
If they’re not perfect I move on
I’ve got the power I’m in command
I’ve been infected
By good selection I’ve got my credit card
And now it’s time to
Sign on the x for 3-way sex
With super models
A clear connection
Brought by rejection
It’s autoerotic
I’m doing fine Don’t need to go outside
I’m A-OK wasting DNA
I don’t need you I don’t need any
One world in my hands I am the man
Who gets his kicks
From dirty chicks
I’ve got my credit card
And now it’s time to

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