here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly he got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller he got hair down to his knee got to be a joker he just do what he please
help me i broke apart my insides, help me i've got no soul to tell help me the only thing that works for me help me get away from myself
i want to fuck you over me i want to fuck you over me i want to fuck you over me i want to fuck you right now over me
he bag production he got walrus gumboot he got ono sideboard he one spinal cracker he got feet down below his knee hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease over me
help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex i can smell help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
i want to fuck you over me i want to fuck you over me
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything