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It doesn’t really matter.

Called him up, “Come into my bedroom”
Ended up we fuck on his hotel floor.
It’s not about sex anymore
This is the experience of being a whore.

Wondering what went wrong
he says,
“I’m a princess, I’m so divisive”
Ask me why, why I’m like this
Maybe I’m just kinda like this
I don’t know, maybe I’m just like this

I say I’m in LA, really I’m in Chicago
It doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t really matter
It doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t really really matter.

Called one up, he’s drunk.
So I called up another
It’s Always Sunny wasn’t on
So he’s watching this other show
It’s not about sex anymore
This is the experience of being a whore.

They say I’m Megan, really I’m Alyssa
It doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t really matter
It doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t really really matter.

He called me up
Just to say that I’m divisive
Asked me why, why I’m like this
Maybe I’m just kinda like this
I don’t know, maybe I’m just like this

I mean, look at my hair
Look at the length of it
and the shape of my body
If I told you I was raped
Do you think anyone would think
That I didn’t ask for it?
I won’t testify
I already fucked it up
When I let them lie
Instead of fucking them up
I’m so divisive.

They say I’m a Bartender, really I’m Pinault
It doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t really matter
It doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t really really matter.

Jimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff,
Jimmy, Jimmy, ride
Jimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff,
Jimmy, get me high 

Hey Jules, your mom called, I told her that you’re fucking up big time.

Love me if you love me not,
you can be my light
Jesse only love me when he wanna get high
Jesse only love me when he wanna get high

“I saw alyssa with a flower for Jesse, she was plucking out the petals, she was saying, “he loves me, he loves me not. Thank God flowers can’t talk, what would you say? ‘Fuck that hurts. Fuck that hurts as well. Fuck, leave me alone. I’m no longer pretty…  and he loves you fucking not. I could have told you that I had an even number of petals. Fuck you flower and Jesse.’”

(circa October 2, 2010, additional narrative october 12, 2010 for Jules & Ted & Aaron)

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