Propaghandi - This Might Be Satire lyrics

rate me

And i wanna walk you home from school.

And i wanna carry your books to every class.

And i wanna fuck you up the ass.

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

I wanna 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.