He was the biggest sleaze in the office, Years later he'd be known as Mr. Backrub, He'd melt you with his mini-pony tail and goatee, And kill you with his "in touch with my feelings" gaze
He makes me sick, He gives me creeps, I hope he stays away from me, from me, He makes me sick, He gives me creeps, I hope he stays away
On a drunk and desperate night, My friend went home with him, None of us could believe it, "He's really okay, It was just a lay, He's aware, At least someone cares", My intelligence insulted
He makes me sick, He gives me creeps, I hope he stays away from me, from me, He makes me sick, He gives me creeps, I hope he stays away
I'm sure he's cruising in his Jeep Cherokee, In retrospect it doesn't mean that much to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
