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Baptismal fountYou flaunt your bounty ounce for ounceI want her body ouch for ouchBaptismal fountThe beads of water are my friends' headsKissing my neck and chest and making my leg-hair thick with wetAnd doubly cleansedOn the receiving end of your diary when you touch meOn the conceiving end of my diary, and it loves meOn the careening bends of legality, but it's nothingI signed my soul to some dipshit trollsBut I'm bathing and behavingI was handed a diploma after emerging from this cold scholastic comaExcised like squamous cell carcinomaI've got lidocaine throat, I've got 2-ton teethPretty much a Green Beret tongue-wreathYou can see a jet of running waterCircumnavigating the edge of my lifestyleRinsing the bile off my fileI've been exposed to the most loathsome of folksBut when you lather me up with hope like it was pricey Lush soapI could buy a water-proof coffee table and live out of my showerSo that we could settle down here foreverSongtexteBaptismal fountYou flaunt your bounty ounce for ounceI want her body ouch for ouchBaptismal fountThe beads of water are my friends' headsKissing my neck and chest and making my leg-hair thick with wetAnd doubly cleansedI hear that you reap vast rewards when you vouch for manifold various lordsDouble-digit virgins or just simple harp-chordsBut they couldn't apply to my provocative prerogativeI wade in my bathtub; it's a poly-God mashupI embrace my latest in health-fucksWith a Little Caeser's pizza in Nick Bertelson's pick-up truckAnd I, I will live with my good metabolism for 1 more yearYou flaunt your bounty ounce for ounceI want her body ouch for ouchBaptismal fountThe beads of water are my friends' headsKissing my neck and chest and making my leg-hair thick with wetAnd doubly cleansedOn the receiving end of your diary when you touch meOn the conceiving end of my diary and it loves meOn the careening bends of legality but it's nothingBaptismal fountYou flaunt your bounty ounce for ouncei want her body ouch for ouchBaptismal fount Aus Songtexte Mania