This is horror movie stuff.The muffin is peach, oyu're 'makin' love'.
You mean this opera involves handcuffs?I lay defeated.
Yeah, sour milk mouth, horseradish sweet.She's a girl and she's loving me.
But distance is my tendency.I am defeated.Have you lost your place?
I wore my doormat face.I hung my this or that.I laid my welcome mat.
If I'm your oyster, where's the war?You leave me gasping, tattered and torn.
I know you can't find a fork.I am just a little acorn.
Well, acorns grow to mighty trees.You've got sauce, but you don't have knees.
Now look who's asking pretty please.I lay defeated.Have you lost your place?
I wore my doormat face.I hung my this or that.I laid my welcome mat.
Call your bathroom friends around.I will fake a little frown.
I will be your little clown,Easily defeated.Yeah, shut the door and open wide.
Seconal and astroglide.Fuck with me and traumatize.
Don't you see i love your hide?All the beauty that's trapped inside.
Can't you see i love your hide?Can't you see i love your hide?Can't you see it?
Have you lost your place?I wore my doormat face.I hung my this or that.
I laid my welcome mat.