I hate how every time I need to use the restroom
I have to hear those same old words please don't go
Then I turn around and look and sure it's open like a book
That I don't want to read cause I think it's gross

I hate how every time I need to use the restroom
I have to hear those same old words please don't go
Then I turn around and look and sure it's open like a book
That I don't want to read cause I think it's gross
But I do it anyways, cause I don't really have a say
In anything I do anymore
But after I'm done with my waste I puke in every possible way, and think to myself
I'm a peeing, pooping whore

But I guess he likes my (ooo)
But I guess he likes my (ooo)

Piss every day and night, please keep the scene out of my sight
Oh crap I think it needs to be done again
A simple addict of my waste and I, don't know how he doesn't die