[Verse 1]
Feeling kind of dirty 'cause I've woke up pretty early and I've already forgotten your name
Is it Jane or Felicia? I'm either gonna tell you that I'm tired or just kick you out and laugh in your face
It's fine, don't cry, we're all online
You can tell me that you hate me in a week's time
And I'm sure that I'll see your text but I'll just text you right back and you'll come back for sex
And then we'll talk some more and more and we'll talk more
You're not a sket, you're not a whore
I'm Fred, vеry nice to meet ya
Forget what I said 'cause I'd likе to see you again
Maybe we could go for dinner sometime
And I can eat some chips while you swallow some wine
As we dine and talk about the things we did last night
'Cause the sex feels good now, the vibe is right, oh
[Chorus]
And I know you're not a whore
But I think I like you more
When you decide to say
You've never felt this way
[Verse 2]
Um, I'm feeling kind of dirty 'cause I woke up in your shirt but see, I've already forgotten your name
Are you James or Francisco? We kissed though I'll tell my boyfriend that it was his lips I missed
See, I'm not that kind of girl and that shit makes me sick
And I don't wanna fake it so I left quick
I shouldn't have to take it, who knows how my boy will take it
When I tell him I was naked, our relationship was sacred
All his mates are gonna say shit, and the feminists will hate it
Will the feminists debate it to a point about society?
Men have all the hierarchy, yet they all desire me
Man, I'm just gassed that my boss will never fire me
Nice eyes, huge forehead
Nice teeth, shame he's bad in bed
I'm perceptive, my doors locked shut
You say it's contraceptive and I'll get knocked up
Oh my god, no
[Chorus]
And I know you're not a whore
But I think I like you more
When you decide to say
You've never felt this way
And I know you're not a whore
But I think I like you more
When you decide to say
You've never felt this way
[Verse 3]
I'm feeling kind of dirty 'cause of all the controversy but at least they won't forget your name
Your claim to fame is the same as every other motherfucker who's about your age
Every person on the cover of the new Vogue page
Every dusty little scrubber tryna scrape a wage
Every grafting skinny ginger tryna make it as a singer
So stick up your middle finger to the roof of the stage, hey
[Chorus]
And I know you're not a whore
But I think I like you more
When you decide to say
You've never felt this way
