D.I.Y. Orgasms

(One, two, three, four)

I've got my 40 ounce and a system to overthrow
No one to worry about and nowhere to go
I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache
I'm contemplating rope
But can't tie knots that great

But who needs love?
Not me!
Who needs friends?
I got me!
Who needs beer?
...Me!
Who needs sex?
I got me!

I got my 20 ounce and front row seats at the parking lot
I'm on the corner now watching them make out a lot
And I traded all my pain for all your priceless pillow talk
But I'm not too old enough, and I think I care too much

But who needs love?
Not me!
Who needs friends?
I got me!
Who needs beer?
...Me!
Who needs sex?
I got me!