Testo Trophy Fuck

I held my hand up to my face when I saw your girl.
Cause then I - cause then I knew.
Those bee sun lips and perky tits that point to the sky:
You're trophy fuck - I'm out of luck.

I always thought I had it in me.
Sparks so bright - it lit the sky
My head it looks so dirty sexy. I couldn't see your wandering eye.

How do you spend your days?
I know how you spend your nights.
Dose she pose while you grow your head?
She wraps around your arm like garish bright Christmas lights:
Your trophy fuck - I'm out of luck.

I always thought I had it in me.
Sparks so bright - it lit the sky
My head it looks so dirty sexy
I couldn't see your wandering eye.

(Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhh
Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, ohhhh.)
Da da da da da da da da,
Da da da da da da da.
My head it looks so dirty sexy
I couldn't see your wandering eye.

But history repeats itself like the techno beats.
It drums, it moves and never stops.
Your fetching smile will bear its teeth in a little while.
Your trophy fuck is out of luck.