A Simple Retort

If I were to say to you, big tits
 Would you hear another word I said
 If I were to say to you, small hips
 Would you wish me and my band mates dead
 What I don't quite get
 Is just how this genre is supposed to be so understanding
 With emails and phone calls and death threats and hate mail
 I guess I'm explaining myself, myself,
 To me.
 If I were to say to you eat shit
 Would you tear me down and kill my words
 If I were to say to you suck dick
 Would you find our little band absurd
 What I don't quite get
 Is just how this genre is supposed to be so understanding
 With emails and phone calls and death threats and hate mail
 I guess I'm explaining myself, myself,
 To me.
 What I don't quite get
 Is just how this genre is supposed to be so understanding
 With emails and phone calls and death threats and hate mail
 I guess I'm explaining myself, myself,
 To me.