Check, Please - Dangers

«You clean up nice,»

She says to me with this

Smug ass grin that means

She knows just how much

Porn that it takes to get me off nowadays

As the chance of a kiss disappears from her brain

We bite and chew this night away

«I like your new haircut,»

I say but what I mean is

«Eat shit.»

This ain’t what they mean by love

And I don’t seem the type that likes himself enough

To be loved

Mademoiselle, sil vous plait, please excuse all the flesh I once ate

But, avec moi, c’est la vie, my humble new diet ain’t changing a thing

What’s compassion?

What’s a rouse?

Cause I still ain’t stuck in a bed with you

I’d rather dine alone

If meat is murder, what is love?

«Let's do this again sometime.»

«Your place or mine?»

If meat is murder, what the fuck is love?