I got a guilty conscience I've been fuckin' you in my mind And it's become a problem I fantasize literally all the time My urge so strong I can't look him in the eyes, it's a painful high One desire in my messed up mind You make me wanna Fuck, marry, or kill If I can't have you, then nobody will It's torture, no chill Fuck, marry, kill (Ah, ah-ah) fuck, marry, or (Fuck, marry, kill) And I'm jealous of the shirt around your neck I wanna wring it, kiss the sweat off And the sheets that touch your skin at night I wanna tear apart Your love, ain't my style Give it a shot because you're driving me wild Your love, ain't my style Give it a shot because you're driving me wild You make me wanna Fuck, marry, or kill If I can't have you, then nobody will It's torture, no chill Fuck, marry, or kill (oh-oh) (Ah, ah-ah) fuck, marry, or (kill) (Fuck, marry, kill)