|
Outside the wind is blowing |
|
The waves are crashing fast |
|
There's people running naked |
|
I see a nameless ass |
|
It's soft and pink and fleshy |
|
So tender to the touch |
|
I'll never get to grab it |
|
My timing's never clutch |
|
My ass is much too skinny |
|
My legs are way too thin |
|
I act like such a ninny |
|
I'm all tanked up on gin |
|
My view is so fantastic |
|
I watch you pick your nose |
|
I'm hiding in your bushes |
|
You're taking off your clothes |
|
I'm taking off my clothes |
|
My grey matter |
|
Is wired wrong, well i don't know |
|
I'm on a limb now |
|
I might smell clean, but i suppose |
|
That i'm dirty |
|
I'm so dirty |
|
I flip through scented pages |
|
There's numbers you can call |
|
My hands are slightly shaking |
|
I'm naked in your hall |
|
I'm racing my libido |
|
I'm twitching on the floor |
|
You tell me you're excited |
|
I pay three dollars more |
|
I pay to hear you roar |
|
My grey matter |
|
Is wired wrong, well i don't know |
|
I'm on a limb now |
|
I might smell clean, but i suppose |
|
That i'm dirty |
|
I'm so dirty |
|
I'm sitting in a theater |
|
There's bodies here again |
|
I hear the lustful breathing |
|
The air is filled with sin |
|
I'll fuck, but i won't make love |
|
You can't expect too much |
|
You make my anchor sweaty |
|
I crave your tender touch |
|
I pay for you to touch |
|
My grey matter |
|
Is wired wrong, well i don't know |
|
I'm on a limb now |
|
I might smell clean, but i suppose |
|
That i'm dirty |
|
I'm so dirty |
|
My belly has a hunger |
|
I'm sick and filled with shame |
|
I eat, but i don't get full |
|
I'll never know your name |
|
I'll never know your name |
|
I'll never know your name |
|
I'll never know your name |
|
My grey matter |
|
Is wired wrong, well i don't know |
|
I'm on a limb now |
|
I might smell clean, but i suppose |
|
That i'm dirty |
|
I'm so dirty |
|
I'm so dirty |
|
I'm so dirty |
|
I'm so dirty |
