He may say that he loves you,
But he fucked me yesterday.
As many times as he could,
In so many different ways.
He may be sleeping in your bed,
But bitch, he's cumming in mine.
And on my couch, my floor, and my breasts,
In my mouth some of the time.
He may be playing with your child,
But I like it when he plays with me.
Pulling my skirt up around my waist,
Putting me on my knees.
He may be driving your car,
But he's driving into my skin.
Filling me up and bottoming out,
Cumming again and again.
Yeah, he's planning a future with you,
Thinking about how happy you will be.
But even as that is on his mind,
He'll still be fucking me.