I didn't notice you there Til I felt your breath on my neck hair Now you put me through my paces You don't know what personal space is And not a soul in the room Seems to have your need to share Did you ever stop to wonder Does anybody care? Maybe the ladies are impressed But I don't think so, let's be honest Why don't you give that thing a rest You're just a one-man pissin contest This used to be a nice place And now your dick is in the mayonnaise How does one vent one's sense of sickness At skull and skin of such vast thickness? Of everybody at the party Your target had to be me I really hate to disappoint you But I ain't got the need 'Cause it's the thing you do the best The kind of fight of which you're fondest You wanna brag, well be my guest You won a solo pissin contest I think by now we know better You can't get blood from a bore We gonna find that stupid sucker Who let you through the door None of the ladies were impressed Our recollection may be jaundiced We all recall with special zest We saw a solo pissin contestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
