wtf is hook up culture? write me poems then die in a war

I see the way, the way you want her
You're not easily impressed
Baby, I got more under my dress
But you won't twitch
I see she's got, I see she's got some thing I don't
You know I'm jealous in my head
'Cause you'd look so good in my bed
But you really like the bitch

So I can cry for my age, my life and my face
And I will wash off all the dirty
Dirty thoughts I had about you

I fucking hate her

yep Im not like other girls