Love Smothers Allergy - Long Fin Killie

The bottom line is men disgust me

With their foolish scoffs and backwards glances

Impotent retentive sticklers

Excessive punching

Looking for the perfect match I’d found myself

Fumbling in a backseat with some effeminate anarcho-rocker

Until I found I was allergic to his lipstick

But by that time he had let me know that I was too macho for him anyway

There’s no such creature as the so-called '90s man

It’s a myth, a lie, an utter fabrication

Every beach boy’s waking dream is pornographic gluttony

No holds barred, seven

Well hung, well hung