This Might Be Satire

I want to chew my bubble gum with you.

And I want to walk you home from school.

And I want to carry your books to every class.

And I want to fuck you up the ass.

Girl, don't you know it's true, how much I love you.

I want to sing it 'cross the land, oh won't you hold my hand?

She tells me that she loves me,

Now I'm gonna tell her that I love her.

She tells me that she loves me,

Now I'm gonna try and fuck her.

But where the hell are my priorities?

Left in the hands of the authorities.