a song about fruit ninja irl Lyrics

One, two, three, four

My friend says she studies anthropology

And human beings are predisposed to gossiping

I hope that you'll still talk to me

I'm sorry I got weird when we were naked

I just get scared of your intention

I don't wanna die like this

Why are there all these narratives

I just want this to be a simple thing

But I can't explain myself to people

Can't explain myself to people

Remember the time when we were stoned

And you were sitting on my lap?

I was too nervous to tell ya that my leg went numb

I am a pro baseball player

I am a professional baseball player

I make myself wanna throw up

You were standing by my daddy's truck

(my daddy's truck)

Now I'm seething in your living room

On that weird couch

Under that shit that you bought on Etsy

But I'm totally pissed

Cause I never learnt to play the drumz

Now I have no outlet for my anger

And I hate you and the things that you say

But it's okay

But I

I could learn to love your dog

I could learn to love your dog

(love your dog, love dog)

I could learn to love your dog

I could learn to love your dog

I could learn to love your dog

I could learn to love your dog

I could learn to love your dog

I could learn to love your dog

I could learn to love your dog