Pussy Fever, Pussy Eater

You've got to be fair to yourself,

Honest.

But this is so hard after being told your truth is dirty,

Filthy, Wrong.

I sing my own song,

To hell, if I'm wrong,

Haters can come along.

I'm living for every truth,

Fighting for troubled youth,

Everyone that was doubted,

Is welcome under this roof.

I feel like I'm overcrowded,

With voices in my head,

Enough enemies to down in,

I cut em' off instead.

Men wanna lay in my bed,

Despite what they can see,

I want what they want,

Hone that is all for me.

I make it no mystery,

Pussy runs the game,

And yet they question me,

Like I'm playing a game.

Pussy season, Pussy fever, Pussy pleaser, Pussy eater

Say it five times fast,

Ya dig,

An' call me Pussy Weaver.