Mrs. Kitching - Masochist Lyrics

I don't wanna be a masochist
My mom told me I am sun-kissed
By a goddess plain and tall
She told me to cut my palms

I wish you weren't my boy
I wish you weren't my boy
I wish you weren't my boy
I wish you weren't my boy

Don't ask me what's in my shorts
I get high but never bored
God hates me but not anymore
God hates me but not anymore

I wish you weren't my boy
I wish you weren't my boy
I wish you weren't my boy
I wish you weren't my boy

And I see him
And I see him

I don't wanna be a masochist
My mom told me I am sun-kissed
By a goddess plain and tall
She told me to cut my palms

I wish you weren't my boy
I wish you weren't my boy
I wish you weren't my boy
I wish you weren't my boy

I wish you were
I wish you were
I wish you were
I wish you were