D.I.Y. Orgasms

(One, two, three, four)

I've got my 40 ounce and a system to overthrow

No one to worry about and nowhere to go

I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache

I'm contemplating rope

But can't tie knots that great

But who needs love?

Not me!

Who needs friends?

I got me!

Who needs beer?

...Me!

Who needs sex?

I got me!

I got my 20 ounce and front row seats at the parking lot

I'm on the corner now watching them make out a lot

And I traded all my pain for all your priceless pillow talk

But I'm not too old enough, and I think I care too much

But who needs love?

Not me!

Who needs friends?

I got me!

Who needs beer?

...Me!

Who needs sex?

I got me!