The pretty girls are the worst in the world.
They've got insatiable appetites for artist types.
And artists swallow lies to stare into their eyes.
And they'll drink your life hoping to be immortalized.
Beauty is a fleeting thing and the chase brought out the beast in me,
but once I saw the knives in her eyes, I realized I was being eaten.
The smart girls are the worst in the world.
You gotta be big and somewhat stupid, or they'll feel insecure.
Add to that abusive, and they'll stay two times as long.
She was a genius twice my equal intellectually,
but when it came to loving me she wasn't even thinking.
Her man was mean, but she couldn't cut herself free,
plus she liked the feeling that she was in a movie,
but now he's tied the knot and she's having babies and watching TV.
The nice girls are the worst in the world.
Too bad it's not just their bodies that have barriers.
Virginity is a funny thing -- your value rises, but you're freezing.
Does remaining pure as snow have to mean that there's no warmth emotionally?
There was no passion, there was no flame, we drowned waiting for that rainy day.
Maybe it was me who was to blame for thinking love and romance could be the same.
You can call me shallow, you can call me cheap, but I can't fall in love just by thinking.
Maybe it's my destiny to live in misery with a woman I once found sexy.
And that leaves one girl; but she's half way across the world.
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