Slim Pickins

Guess I'll end this life alone I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me All the douchebags in my phone Play 'em like a slot machine If they're winnin', I'm just losing A boy who's jacked and kind Can't find his ass to save my life Oh, it's slim pickins If I can't have the one I love I guess it's you that I'll be kissin' Just to get my fixins Since the good ones are deceased or taken I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin' Ah, ah Ah, ah Jesus, what's a girl to do? This boy doesn't even know the difference between "there", "their", and "they are" Yet he's naked in my room Missin' all the things he's missin', God knows that he isn't livin' large A boy who's nice that breathes I swear he's nowhere to be seen It's slim pickins If I can't have the one I love I guess it's you that I'll be kissin' Just to get my fixings Since the good ones are deceased or taken I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin' Moaning and bitchin' Since the good ones call their exes wasted And since the Lord forgot my gay awakenin' Then I'll just be here in the kitchen servin' up some moanin' and bitchin'