Boy, would I like to do her I'd like to jump her bones Slip her the hot beef injection I'm hoping she gives me a hand-job Hum'na hum'na
I got so wasted last Saturday night Drank a whole half-gallon Got really sick, puked It was great, though And me and my break-dancing friends went out And beat up some punk rock fagots
Buffy's pregnant We'll plan a future We'll fit the class Go debate on Who has the nicest ass Spread our mind games With verbal words We are all the same Just flies on turds Clone, clone, clone, clone
Saw you yesterday Eighty-six rules Did you hear what Marsha said? "Like, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." Chris called me up And he went and I went And, oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed I could just scream "I swear, I will never talk to him, as long as I live"
Buffy's pregnant Plan a future We'll fit the class We'll go debate on Who has the nicest ass Spread our mind games With verbal words We are all the same Just flies on turds Clone, clone, clone, clone
Buffy's pregnant Plan a future We'll fit the class We'll go debate on Who has the nicest ass Spread our mind games Verbal words We are all the same Just flies on turds Clone, clone, clone, cloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
