Lyrics

Oh sweetie, please for the safety of others don’t kick anyone’s victims. You’re my Rooskie roulette and someone Mick-Bashed my symptoms. You took a dip in my poon valley and I think it was you. I only date underbites and that for sure is you (you for sure have one). If you trip and go flying and no one saw it, are you an unidentified flying object?

I’m happy I’m not blind. I can see you through my crusty eyes. I love your mick-crispy thighs. My eye booggers wane for your onlooker you hooker. Our earwax love story bubbles like the next generation wishes it would also bubble on and on splat earwax trap trap it’s trapped. Wait I can’t hear now. Aaaaaaaah (what the fuck was that chorus?)!

I love you but your money shot had no fucking money. Like what’s even in there? A pog or a bunny? Will you be my Valentine of Disfigurement? We need to share the alphabet, don’t act like Clark Kent. I feel bad for shadows cause they are always pastie. I stole this line from a movie, let’s do the itchy tasty. A cultish gleam in one eye, in the other a banana hammoock. Hiding behind a dictionary makes you look like a jackass hiding behind a burn book.

I’m happy I’m not blind. I can see you through my crusty eyes. I love your mick-crispy thighs. My eye booggers wane for your onlooker you hooker. Our earwax love story bubbles like the next generation wishes it would also bubble on and on splat earwax trap trap it’s trapped. Wait I can’t hear now. Aaaaaaaah (what the fuck was that chorus?)!

I’ll be your miss frenulum and your time warp soufflé. You huffed my nurses mouth like it was a cooks mouth cause air duster is bad. You’re worth your weight in flab. You’re my Peeping Tom who took his sliced avatar to the copper canyon kitchen. The meditation that occurred there was a serene noise....in your mind he saw a woman sweep the cobwebs off of a Pikachu cake (that was me). After the first bite, I looked in the mirror and saw the tortoise and the spare tire. At once it was revealed that “Slow and steady wins the racists”.

I’m happy I’m not blind. I can see you through my crusty eyes. I love your mick-crispy thighs. My eye booggers wane for your onlooker you hooker. Our earwax love story bubbles like the next generation wishes it would also bubble on and on splat earwax trap trap it’s trapped. Wait I can’t hear now. Aaaaaaaah (what the fuck was that chorus?)!