Fantasy Zoned (Wysiwygn't)

Bathing in the mist of second hand smoke, I see you standing there, another bland bloke. Stuck in an eternal stare, longing for me but I just don't care. Your sweet nothings don't mean shite to me, they're just the product of you fetishizing me. Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck, I'd rather see you choooooke, than see you lay on top of me, breathing in my neck all sad and hornily. What you see isn't what you'll get to you I'll remain a mystery. What you see isn't what you'll get I'll never fulfil your fantasy.