We held down miles of my own vomit
Just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town
(Maybe no one hugged me enough as a child
Or maybe some one did too much)

Complain to the scissors, bite the skirt sleeve
Let's see the look on your face when I make it work
If every woman was a continent, I would be Napoleon
Yeah, your body's the sea that I wish to navigate
I want to be the superb qualities to your three pronged fingertips
I'll be the ashtray to love's unfiltered cigarettes
Like the K-9 nose to your crotch
I want to watch you undress through the keyhole
You make me cum like never before

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