The Future’s Bright, Your Girlfriend’s Orange

She’s dying endlessly while you’re inside
Living in your shadow and forced to hide
You hate the whore you make love to
You love the whores that hate you
And it takes two to fucking tango

Why does she hang on to your every word?
All the compulsive lies that she has heard
You make do with whore that loves you
You hate to leave the whores that ate you
And it took two to fucking tango

Well, if he’s so bad, why talk to him?
The situation’s hardly win-win
He wants the whores you get to do
He’s a man whore, in love with you
But it takes two to fucking tango

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