Guys Are Gross

Do you get a little anxious when a man is in the room?

Projecting phallic symbols like they landed on the moon

Well, I don't think there's any chance we'll understand each other soon

Guys are gross

The attitude will change with the direction of the blood

And it won't help with intervention or a lesson from above

Well, they will try to win affection with confessions of their love

Guys are gross

They may over step their bounds

When no one's left around

When down is up and up is down

We sent them to wars and hunting

Now we send them to stores for something

Oh darling, please, I know I'm just a snarling beast

And perhaps we've all grown obsolete

They swear, they spit, they smell like shit

To be eloquent, guys are gross

So treat them well, cuz they need your help

They can barely feed themselves

Guys are gross

Wake up at six and get my daughter to school

I get home quick because there's laundry to do

I'd dress up like a princess if she wanted me to

But all that sick shit you heard is probably true

Is this the dying gasp of a creature who's time has past

Just lie back, try and relax

Oh darling, please, you know I'm just a snarling beast

And perhaps we've all grown obsolete

They curse, they hit, they smell like shit

To put it delicate, guys are gross

So treat them well, cuz they can reach high shelves

But they can barely feed themselves

Guys are gross