[Part I]
I'm obsessed with east-side boys
Living on Los Feliz boulevard
Let them use me like their toys
Then I drive myself home in the dark
They all look just like the rest
What a way to cover up a scar
I fill the space with empty sex
And wrap a billion condoms 'round my heart
Burying my problems into no-name lovers
Then I act surprised when I get hurt
Call it being lonely 'cause I like to suffer
Maybe I don't want what I deserve
[Part II]
Condoms 'round my h-
Condoms 'round my -eart
Now, fuck it, put it in, don't get it twisted
I just came to come over
I didn't come over to kick it, understand?
Wear hand like a necklace
Light-headed
Eh, kapeesh, have your peach 'till breakfast
Bitch, is this not what you wanted?
You're lying in his bed, what's your beef with being honest?
If you don't fuck with feelings, tell me what the fuck you caught
Such a complex you got getting off
You should talk 'cause you care a little much
(When you ever gonna trust?)
I don't think I'm ready yet
(Well, I think you're just tryna front)
Nah, he hit it from the back
(That way I don't get attached)
Feel it lot, feel it hard
Baby, baby, wrap a condom 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrapping condoms 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrapping condoms 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrapping condoms 'round my heart
Yeah, I keep wrapping condoms 'round my heart
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