Love smothers allergy lyrics

The bottom line is men disgust me With their foolish scoffs and backwards glances Impotent retentive sticklers Excessive punching Looking for the perfect match I'd found myself Fumbling in a backseat with some effeminate anarcho-rocker Until I found I was allergic to his lipstick But by that time he had let me know that I was too macho for him anyway There's no such creature as the so-called '90s man It's a myth, a lie, an utter fabrication Every beach boy's waking dream is pornographic gluttony No holds barred, seven a start Well hung, well hung