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 for me 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. Blah blah blah blah.