Ask you why you reject me, and you say, “It feels good.”
And why you don’t call, you say “It feels good”.
I offered you a lift, and you kicked me in the gift because
It feels good. It feels good. It feels good.
We’re going to play a game now: I’m going to ask you about some of the things you do and I want you to tell me how they make you feel:
Being the penis pump for inflatable fools…feels good.
Bitch slapping your broken family jewels…feels good.
Riding the rails to align molten power…feels good.
Misting my mood in a fine golden shower…feels good.
Uploading footage sure to make me cry…feels good.
Staring into your palm as you wave goodbye.