"All men are evil except my boyfriend"
Said the sound of the spectacle
I read it in a fanzine
It wasn't even in a big dumb glossy magazine
Everything, everything, everything we ever said
Everything, everything, everything might've done well
None of that means shit any more
We contradicted ourselves
We're all hypocrites
Just cos we like to get our kicks
In this one way, sometimes
You tell me
