I’m a whore in girlfriend’s clothing Didn’t even know it til last night I went to a birthday party What I saw just wasn’t right Six guys stood around the pool All of whom had dated me Some of them I’d come to know In varying degrees of biblically Wondering how this had happened I just stood there paralyzed Trying to recall how each thing fizzled When suddenly I realized
I’m everyone’s type 'til they get to know me After that, not so much Maybe the world is trying to show me Be more careful of what I touch Cause all the men that I have dated The numbers have accumulated And I’ve become an accidental slut
My mom says there’s two types of girls The ones men fuck and the ones they marry It had never even occurred to me I might be in the former category Cause I really didn’t mean for this to happen My intentions were pure with all six But the title of whore-faced fucking ho bag Doesn’t come with an asterisks Don’t know exactly how this happened Or when my judgment disappeared But somewhere along the way Shit got weird
Now I’m everyone’s type 'til they get to know me After that, not so much Maybe the world is trying to show me It’s time to downshift my clutch All the men that I have dated The numbers have accumulated And I’ve become an accidental slut
I guess my cat’s out of the bag So I might as well embrace it Cause once Pandora’s left your box There’s no way to erase it
And I’m everyone’s type 'til they get to know me After that, not so much Maybe the world is trying to show me My capacitor's out of flux All the men that I have dated The numbers have accumulated And I’ve become an accidental slut