| Song | Fuck Was I |
| Artist | Jenny Owen Youngs |
| Album | The Take Off All Your Clothes - EP |
| Love grows in me like a tumour | |
| Parasite bent on devouring its host | |
| I'm developing my sense of humour | |
| Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth | |
| Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet. | |
| Skillet on the stove it's such a temptation | |
| Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burnt | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| Love plows through me like a ‘dozer | |
| I've got more give than a bale of hay | |
| And there's always a big mess left over | |
| With the "What did you do?" and the "What did you say?" | |
| "What did you do?" and the "What did you say?" | |
| Skillet on the stove it's such a temptation | |
| Maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burnt | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| Love tears me up like a demon | |
| Opens the wounds and then fills them with lead | |
| And I'm having some trouble just breathing | |
| If we weren't such good friends I think that I'd hate you | |
| If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead | |
| Skillet on the stove it's such a temptation | |
| Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burnt | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| Love is so embarrasing | |
| I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing | |
| I'm running out of places to hide it | |
| I'm running out of places to hide it | |
| (You know that I've got what you want) | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| (You know that I've got what you want) | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| (You know that I've got what you want) | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| (You know that I've got what you want) | |
| What the **** was I thinking? | |
| (You know that I've got what you want) |
| Love grows in me like a tumour | |
| Parasite bent on devouring its host | |
| I' m developing my sense of humour | |
| Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth | |
| Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet. | |
| Skillet on the stove it' s such a temptation | |
| Maybe I' ll be the lucky one that doesn' t get burnt | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| Love plows through me like a ' dozer | |
| I' ve got more give than a bale of hay | |
| And there' s always a big mess left over | |
| With the " What did you do?" and the " What did you say?" | |
| " What did you do?" and the " What did you say?" | |
| Skillet on the stove it' s such a temptation | |
| Maybe I' ll be the special one that doesn' t get burnt | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| Love tears me up like a demon | |
| Opens the wounds and then fills them with lead | |
| And I' m having some trouble just breathing | |
| If we weren' t such good friends I think that I' d hate you | |
| If we weren' t such good friends I' d wish you were dead | |
| Skillet on the stove it' s such a temptation | |
| Maybe I' ll be the lucky one that doesn' t get burnt | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| Love is so embarrasing | |
| I' m this awkward and uncomfortable thing | |
| I' m running out of places to hide it | |
| I' m running out of places to hide it | |
| You know that I' ve got what you want | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| You know that I' ve got what you want | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| You know that I' ve got what you want | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| You know that I' ve got what you want | |
| What the was I thinking? | |
| You know that I' ve got what you want |