Damn-it; Why do I have to want you For every wrong reason in the book, Even if I’m sure it’s only lust In the flirts, the bumps, the looks. You’re always at the concerts Singing words I wish I knew, Moshing in the front row, Pure-bred hardcore through and through. Uncaring and yet passionate You’d die for more than hair, Barricade the streets, Rebel to make the world aware. You bang girls left and centre, Week and end alike, And from pointed observation Just-the-one is not your type. So I’ll resign, we’ll just have fun, And I can dream of older days, 'Coz while we’re young, I’m guessing, No-strings is how it stays.