Kirsten is a Fuck-Machine

She fucks like a regular fuck-machine

She tore up all my T-shirts in a holocaust state of mind
She broke and burned my records in a frenzy just to see me cry
She hurts my loving feelings not sure why
I guess because she can
She knocked my teeth out
She stole my shoes

I guess in retrospect I should have seen it coming far away
She's mean and rude and somehow always up to something new and evil

She fucks like a regular fuck-machine

She stole my bike and never gave it back
She broke my widescreen TV
She broke my first guitar, and sold my stereo and all my cd's
She also introduced me to some guys who nearly killed me

She fucks like a regular fuck-machine
I guess in retrospect I should have seen it coming far away
She's mean and rude and somehow always up to something new and evil

I don't care
I don't care even if she is mean

'Cause she fucks like a regular fuck-machine