Damn Commercials...

"Hi, I'm Bob, I live on my own,
and I'd love to sweep you off my feet!"

"Hi, I'm David, I'm very family oriented
and want two kids, a dog, and a big two story."

Bitch, you make me yawn.
It don't help that you love
being a corporate slave,
also a slave to tradition,
far away from my actual mission.

Bitch, I wanna know if you can please me right
in the bed, that I can be set free,
because I don't want you to own me.

I'm my own boss, bitch.
May not be getting paid,
but I'm definitely getting laid,
ha!

Hehe,
you don't own me.
I'm fucking Mew and Mewtwo combined
up in this bitch.
I call it Earth, you call it a factory.

But boy, I need someone with a soul,
not fucking Ken with no D.

I need a man
who isn't just my play toy,
but my partner in crime,
daring to say what's on our minds,
not just grinding to the daily grind.

Can it be you?
Do you have a soul?
Or are you a damn commercial?
Speaking with no heart,
I'm sorry but we gotta split apart.

Maybe at this point,
I'll be left with a robot
who doesn't even hit the G spot.