The bedposts are cool to the touch The sheets are crumpled into an Oldenburg Three hairs rolled over his undershirt A spare tire rolled under his overshirt But ... Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz (Dirty Fingernail) Ollie wasn't young like he was last night Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz (Dirty Fingernails) The sheets still showed the yellow spot Ann ran her tongue along the ridges by the Gulf Thoughts slipped into valleys Concealed by dense Mexicali underbush hair A flag ran up his pole And waved firmness with wings But ... Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz (Dirty Fingernails) Ollie wasn't at all as young like he was last night Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz (Dirty Fingernails) The sheets still showed the yellow spotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
