True love

Sitting across from you at the bar I notice you smiling at me
what a fake fucking smile
eyes lit up, as if its pay day

The game you run is getting old
this he said she said shit has ran its course
you want me to be jealous
jealous of what?
these adolescent animals just want intoxicating cheap thrills

Tell you what, how can I say this and still be what they call politically correct
I got it
don’t turn out the lights, the party’s not over
I fucked the fat lady until she sang
So…..
let’s just go home
so you can grab the horn of this elusive unicorn
ride it until you scream who’s your daddy
ya fake commercialized bitch
Damn you smell good