It's all your fault I've got this stupid fetish...

Now I can't think of anything but you.
I'm grossing myself out, with the sick fantasies I'm having of you, and I swear I didn't mean to walk in on you and that guy doing whatever it was but now I can't stop thinking about it and it's just seriously ... freaking me out.
Okay so it's not your fault I've got a freaking fetish but did you really have to be doing it THERE? Someone was bound to walk in on you guys! And it freaking had to be me, goddammit!