No-Strings

Damn-it, why do I have to want you, For every wrong reason in the book, Even if I’m sure it’s only lust, In the flirts, the bumps, the looks. You’re always at the concerts, Singing words I wish I knew, Stencils, studs and leather, Pure-bred hardcore through and through. Uncaring and yet passionate, You’d die for more than hair, "Social change and revolution, Rebel and make the world aware". You bang girls left and centre, Week and end alike, And from pointed observation, Just-the-one is not your type. So I’ll resign, we’ll just have fun, And I can dream of older days, Coz' while we’re young, I’m guessing, No-strings is how it stays.