You want it so bad You'd sell your mother, your brother, your sister For a couple of sure hands You want it so bad A big week matinee but never on a Sunday you're the one I'll stand And can you want it so...
What's it gonna be today I heard you're riding in on a stupor again Spit in my ear 'til I get the point Got to figure out he's a jealous boy
How can I get you so wrong? Got the constitutional milky tick But a smile that's gonna win the lottery How can I get you so wrong? I got feel like a frozen chip Just needs attention, a place to sit
What's it gonna be today? I heard you yap, yap, yapping from a mile away A grasshopper dancing on the barbecue Got to figure out get away from you
What's it gonna be today I heard you're riding in on a message to me again You have bitten my ear 'til I get the point Got to figure out he's a jealous boy
Let the Earth fly in my moon Like a message on me like a better tune Just the sort of sound that makes you want to move away Hear it comes riding on a chaperone stick Like a greyhound slipping on a skating ring Slap me with a credit card, I'm wrong again
You got it so bad Don't know just where But it's coming down hard on you again You want it so bad It's nice work if you can get it But let me just forget it for million too, away from you
What's it gonna be today I heard you're riding in on a stupor again Spit in my ear until I get the point Got to figure out I'm a jealous boy
What's it gonna be today? Heard you yapping yapping yapping from a mile away Your the grasshopper dancing on the barbecue Gotta figure out, get the fuck away from you
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