I think before we go too far, I really should explain
For often, just as when I speak, my writing is profane
You do not have to like it, and you do not have to stay
‘Cause I can guarantee you it’ll happen anyway
Feel free to be offended, or, in horror, fan your face
But you can also kiss my ass and find another space
I want you to feel welcome, so I’m striving to be clear
Those uptight sensibilities won’t sit well over here
So, if you have the strength to overlook this flaw of mine
Pull up a chair, you fucking freak
I love you! Have some wine!