You like me raw and straight to the point.
You love me illegal, and holding a joint.
You burst into flames when I tell you I'm moist,
And can't get enough of my slow sexy voice.
But you don't have a choice.

'Cause I'm pretty when I cry,
and pretty when I lie,
and would probably look good if I crash down and die.

And I'm full of regrets,
Yeah, I'm human that way.
And like it or not I'm here and I'll stay.
First thing in the morning,
First choice when you're horny,
First person to tell you your lines have gone corny.

And decide what you wear,
And force you to share,
And take you to places you simply can't bare.

I help when you write,
Join in when you fight,
And stay 'till just after the end of the night.
I pick up your phone,
I come when you moan,
I love you to death when you're bad to the bone.
To me you are known,
And never alone.

But I see you have grown.

You eat and you drink,
And you sleep and you blink,
And you fuck, and you type,
And mess up, and then wipe,
And you think I'm not there,
Cuz you're older and ripe.

But the facts are still exactly the same,
I keep you alive if you're playing my game.
Cuz I'm pretty when I cry
Even if your eyes are dry.
And I'm pretty when I lie
Even if that makes you fry.
And I'm sure as hell not gonna curl up and die.
And you know exactly why.
Cuz we go together,
Like Me myself and I.