I know one thing that I wish could do . . .   That one thing that seems like an idea   You could go somewhere far away   And we could never meet again nowhere      You could never call me ever again   And I would never hear from you no more   And you could never call me at my house   Because you're such an annoying whore      You could move out somewhere like Hollywood   And get more dick than you get here   'Cause all you ever do is tell me    About all your stained underwear      Every guy you've ever thought to fuck   Has got a little more than lucky   And you say that you're not a ho   No, I think that you're just slutty      You remind me of that Gothic chick I used to love   And she ran off with another dude   She turned out fucking every boy she could   That's starting to describe you      I'm not saying that I don't like all you've given me   I love the CD's, and the shirt, and the BJ's and the sex   But it's all you seem to do is fuck everyone you ever knew   So just go on, you're a huge regret