We held down miles of my own vomit Just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town
(Maybe no one hugged me enough as a child) (Or maybe someone did too much)
Complain to the scissors, bite the skirt sleeve Let's see the look on your face when I make it work If every woman was a continent, I would be napoleon Yeah, your body's the sea for me to navigate I want to be the superb qualities to your three-pronged fingertips I'll be the ashtray to love's unfiltered cigarettes Like the k-9 nose to your crotch I want to watch you undress through the keyhole You make me cum like never before Blah blah blah blah
