Oh, Miss Condom Eyes

Oh, Miss Condom Eyes
You swallowed the rat and meant to die
Still poking around he speaks inside
Just shitting on all moral and good thought
The guy at the candy store bled from the side
Spoke of you with words sticky
Lollipops wet and dropped in the sand
Pop rocks opened in the rain
Sugar isn't always sweet he said
He spoke of your mentality in vain
Oh, Miss Condom Eyes
The bags under your oil spotted blues
Full of cum scum and most of all piss
It drags heavy turning your blues gray
Your now clouded grays are nothing to miss