So I noticed that his arms were hairless
And I though, “oh, he swims”
I asked him “So, you swim?”
And he said no.
So he waxed his arms for no reason,
To feel pretty, I guess.
This was the beginning of arm waxer guy.
He also wore speedos
They made him feel pretty I guess
Red, red speedos.
Once, after sex I told him his back was getting hairy,
He yelped like a llama and run to the mirror.
I thought he was gonna cry.
That time was funny.
He had a black BMW and an iphone,
And a thousand polo shirts
To feel pretty I guess
He would like his own instagram pictures
and his own facebook status
likes made him feel like a diva, I guess
Or maybe he forgets it was him that posted them, and then likes them
In the end with all his things, he felt so pretty
That he didn’t need someone else to remind him
So he dumped me.
Screw you, arm waxer guy.
Know what’s really hairy and you should wax?
… (I love you)