You're not dumb, so ignorance, for you, is no excusenYou look fine, you're not a swan, but still you're not a goosenBut you haven't got lucky for a long timenYou can't figure out what you've been doing so wrongnBut you'll find what's got you in a bind is lurking in your mindnnA contraceptive personalitynIt'll thwart you every time you talknA contraceptive personalitynIt's a bummer, but you'll never need condoms or fork out for child supportnnYou dress well, you never wear your mocckies* in the streetnYou don't smell, you're neither fetid filth nor sickly sweetnBut you haven't got lucky for a long timenYou search the whole planet for a reason whyn But instead, the thing you really dread is stuck there in your headnnA contraceptive personalitynIt'll rear when your chance is nearnA contraceptive personalitynBut you'll never get the wet spot, sleep deprivation or gonorrhoeannYou're not that unattractive when it's not interactivenBut with a flapping jaw then you don't score at allnnYou're the best friend anyone could ever findnAnd I need to remind you I mean to be kindnBut it's true love that you're really running fromnYou're convinced it'll bomb and that ruins your aplombnnYou're not dumb, you look finenYou dress well, you don't smellnYou're not mean or obscene and that's keen, but...nnYou talk yourself out of any chance you getnBut these fears, the source of all your tears, are right between your ears nNo lying, crying, sighing, dying, vyingnFor a place in the race for a tracenOf your personal space