Tom, you're scum, you think girls are easy
the only word to describe you would have to be sleazy!
First you flatter, then scatter, then come back to flirt
And next time you see me, you'll treat me like dirt
If you see girls as real as what you can feel
Then you're living a fantasy
Your daydreams are chaotic, and autoerotic
You must play all alone now 'cause you can't have me.
You're a cheater, a prick and a nasty mean liar
One of these days I'll set you to fire
I hope you don't come back, but heaven forbid
Choosing my options I'll take the lake's squid
Oh, Tom! you're a menace, you really should die
set all the girls free from that spell, they won't mind
At your funeral, Tom, we'll have fun and play games
And no one at all will remember your name.
