F-word

Would you stand up for this kind of beauty?

Cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you.

It won't lift a finger

for some lazy dreamer.

Here it comes the average dirty word,

pardon my French

But I'm sitting on an park bench,

watching yearning cats

milk-fed little brats.

And they say:

Love won't pick

the slanted or the slick

or the lovesick,

and I'm lovesick.

So I say

F-word, f-word

pardon my French

but it's bs, bs

can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

pardon my French

but it's bs, bs.

Summer evening,

cats are screaming

for love.

Is summer evening,

the cats screaming

for love.

So I say

F-word, f-word

pardon my French

but it's bs, bs

can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

pardon my French

but it's bs, bs

can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

pardon my French

but it's bs, bs

can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

pardon my French

but it's bs, bs

can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

pardon my French

but it's bs, bs

can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word

pardon my French

but it's bs, bs.