Still The Groupie of the Groupies

Oh-oh-oh-oh

She said "You sing like a star

But you fuck like a fan"

And she was right

I used to call them sluts in song

But I needed every moan all along

They wore my name like backstage ink

But I wore theirs deeper than I think

They begged for fame

I begged for feel

Told the world I was cold - I was real

But every time I heard them cum

I knew I was the desperate one

I said "I fuck like God, don't get it twisted"

But I was the one who cried when they missed it

They said "Patrick, baby, you're the king"

But I'm just a chorus that needs to cling

I'm still the groupie of the groupies

Still chasing squirt like it's movie scenes

They begged for songs

I begged for touch

Said "It's just sex" - but it meant too much

I'm still the groupie of the groupies

Still hooked on their filthy beauty

Said "Fuck me like you want a song"

But I came like I needed to belong

She said "Didn't you already admit this shit?"

I said "Yeah - and I still ain't quit"

Quoted my own track line for line

While she rode me like I owed her time

They fuck to be named

But I fuck to be known

She moaned that back in a broken tone

I said "This ain't love"

She said "It's need"

Then screamed "Groupie king" while she made me bleed

She said "You ain't better, you're worse"

"A fan of every dirty verse"

"You fuck for worship, not for sex"

And I nodded, came, and sent the text

Encore

Encore

One more girl

One more whore

Groupie

Groupie

You adore

I'm still the groupie of the groupies

Still on tour for pussy group therapy

I say "Amen" just for show

But I still beg backstage for more

I'm still the groupie of the groupies

Still get played by moaning cuties

I sing to crowds - but I break alone

Still aching for a fuck to feel like home

Encore

Encore

I never wanted the stage

Just her floor