Whatever’s Inconvenient CMAT

[Verse 1]
I can always smell it comin'
Like the grease upon your mullet
I knew you’d ruin me the minute
Had a dream and you were in it
Just a dentist, you and I
'Cause your crown of boys are mean
And it reeks of tobacco to me
I'd make you torso of the week
If I still bought Heat Magazine
And you would pay me not money but praise

[Pre-Chorus]
’Cause I message you all the time
If you're bored, you might reply
I'm your very own hell-yeah guy

[Chorus]
Why do I fall in love and out of love again?
A needle underneath my skin
Fall in love and out of love again
Whatever's inconvenient
And I fall in love, out of love again
My dirty heart in glycerine
I fall in love and out of love again
Whatever's inconvenient