I'm obsessed with Eastside boys Livin' on those fearless boulevards Let them use me like they're toys Then I drive myself home in the dark They all look just like the rest What a way to cover up a scar I fill the space with empty sacks And wrap a billion condoms round my heart Burying my problems in the no-name lovers Then I act surprised when I get hurt Call it being lonely cause I like to suffer Maybe I don't want what I deserve Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Condoms round my heart Condoms round my heart Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Now fuck it, put it in, don't get it twisted I just came to come over, I didn't come to kick it Understand where your head, where your neck and neck is Lightheaded, make it dance, have your pizza and breakfast Bitch, is this not what you wanted? You're lying in this bed, you ask your B for being honest You don't fucking feel this, tell me what the fuck you want You're such a contrast, you gotta get in line You should stop cause you're carrying a lot When you walk around this joint, I don't think I'm ready Well, I think you're just trying to find out You gotta feel the vibe, that way I don't get a task You gotta feel the vibe, yeah, baby Wrap a condom round my heart Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Huh? Well, I keep fucking condoms when you hide