You somehow think fate will find you a mate,
who thinks you’re not empty and hollow,
but what you really want to want,
is someone who likes to swallow.
So when you cross paths don’t lose face,
one chance is all that you will get,
it won’t be that hard to get very far,
then forget that you had ever met.
When you wind up at the end of a dark hall,
forget the names and tender embrace,
go for the gold put their breathing on hold,
if not down the throat hit the face.