BOS however-many-it-is, Neon Philharmonic, another Gaz WOS (unfathomably, may I add).
If "Morning Girl" had been an instrumental, I'd BOS it in a heartbeat. But the lyric creeps me out -- not so much for the deflowering, but for the way he says, the morning after, "here's some breakfast, now get the fuck out my house." That he so casually informs this blushing young thing that her first experience was a one-night stand is sufficiently distasteful to me that I can't enjoy the song as a whole.
But it giggles me to know that the auteur behind that (a) is named Tupper Saucey, or something silly like that; and (b) later went underground as a tax fugitive, never to resurface.