Do you get a little anxious when a man is in the room? Projecting phallic symbols like they landed on the Moon Well I don't think there's any chance we'll understand each other soon Guys are gross The attitude will change with the direction of the blood And it won't help with intervention or a lesson from above Well they will try to win affection with confessions of their love Guys are gross They may overstep their bounds When no one's left around When down is up and up is down We sent them to wars and hunting Now we send them to stores for something Oh darlin' please, I know I'm just a snarlin' beast And perhaps we've all grown obsolete They swear, they spit They smell like shit, to be eloquent Guys are gross, oh So treat them well, 'cause they need your help They can barely feed themselves Guys are gross, ooh-ooh Wake up at six and get my daughter to school I get home quick because there's laundry to do I'd dress up like a princess if she wanted me to But all that sick shit you heard is probably true Is this the dyin' gasp of a creature who's time has passed? Just lie back, try and relax Oh darling please, you know I'm just a snarling beast And perhaps we've all grown obsolete They curse, they hit They smell like shit, to put it delicate Guys are gross, ooh So treat them well, 'cause they can reach high shelves But they can barely feed themselves Guys are gross, ooh-ooh Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Guys are gross (Guys are gross) Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Guys are gross (Guys are gross) Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Guys are gross (Guys are gross) Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Woah-oh-oh-oh