My evil, bratty giggle is ringing in your ears as I taunt you about the worst years of your life: high school.

The names they used to call you. The girls who looked at you with disgust. The public humiliation at your inferior, little boners. All of it forever shaped your sexual identity.

Days that are burned in your memory with searing embarrassment that were nothing but a bit of fun for girls like me.

LOSER LOSER LOSER!

Are you gonna blow your pathetic loser load while I whisper in your ear what a failure you are? ...

My evil, bratty giggle is ringing in your ears as I taunt you about the worst years of your life: high school.

The names they used to call you. The girls who looked at you with disgust. The public humiliation at your inferior, little boners. All of it forever shaped your sexual identity.

Days that are burned in your memory with searing embarrassment that were nothing but a bit of fun for girls like me.

LOSER LOSER LOSER!

Are you gonna blow your pathetic loser load while I whisper in your ear what a failure you are? What’s wrong with you? I know you’ll always be a bitch even if you try to hide it.

You have to lick up your mess too and keep your eyes fixed on my perfection as the shame of your freakish perversions washes over you. Who’s a good little loser?