Wanted

When I say she's a rapist that really isn't what I mean
It was all in my imagination
To be claimed so easily

She's not so well-rounded
She has horns you don't see she does whatever she wants
And I swear she wanted me

loving force of will
By deceiving me with skill
Somehow religion enters in
And god cracks through her moist skin
Twittles from her batton
Her hair suggests roller skating
Whispers through her perfume
Just above her parents room

She's not so well-rounded
She has horns you don't see she does whatever she wants
Oh I swear she wanted me

She knows what she wants
She wants what she knows
She wants this to mean nothing
And that sounds fair to me

She's not so well-rounded
She has horns you don't see she does whatever she wants
Oh I swear she wanted me

Oh I swear she wanted me