I can't remember the last time I slept with someone, I Actually liked and he went down on me I can't recall a memory of someone driving me Home, and not asking for a blow job I'd rather die than hook up with another straight white guy I'd rather die than fake it like I'm having a good time I'd rather die than spend the night, with another Ryan Or Matthew, or John, yeah, I'd rather die Die, die, die, die, die Roll over and die I don't know how you think we're gonna fuck When you can't get it up I'm sick of hearing it's the alcohol And when you're finally in the mood It lasts like one or two seconds And then you're done and wanna spoon I'm just saying it's not fair to Leave me hanging like this I'm just saying, it's not fair to Leave me hanging like this I'd rather die I'd rather die than hook up with another straight white guy I'd rather die than fake it like I'm having a good time I'd rather die than spend the night with another Kyle Or Spencer, or Rob, or Michael, or Jason Or Charlie, or Jackson, or Henry, or Steven, or Connor, or Chad Yeah, I'd rather die Die, die, die, die, die Roll over and die