Honestly, somehow it always seems that I'm dreamin' of something that I can
never be
It doesn't bother to me, 'cause I will always be that pimp that I see
in all of my fantasties
I don't know your fucking name
So what, let's . . .
Screaming to be the only way that I can truly be free from my fucked up
realities,
So I turn and stroke it harder, 'cause it's so fun to see my face staring back at
me.
I don't know your fucking name.
So what, let's fuck.
All Day I Dream About Sex
All Day I Dream About fuckin'
Chorus