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didn't write this song just to get you to fucki just kinda wanna have you in the back my truckcuz i'm still around starin' at you just bein' celibatei keep doin' it forever, man, just for the hell of itand i'm not trying to talk really loudbut being around you is like being surrounded in cloudsand you don't know how hard I try not to soundLike I knew your name alreadyI'm not really profound and I'm not really verboseAnd I'm just playin' around And I see you at shows so am I gainin' some ground yet?Swack, Swack, Swack, Swack, (who's my daddy? oh, oh, pew pew, chicken nugget...???)Boy, I don't even know what you were thinkinWhen you said, "Hey, KItty, could you fill up my drink?"So I went into the kitchen, spent some time at the sinkand now I'm handin it to you. Damn it, Sam, stop winkin, just don't ask me what was in itI see you gettin sleepy, I tried to write a love song that wasn't this creepyBut I gotta be true to my art, and soon you'll be exactly like Elizabeth SmartNow I'm in control of what it says on your chartswhen the nurse is checkin on your pulse and vitals and heart and shitOh, your heart (aw)I wanna part of it, now I wanna get into the very heart of thisYou'll never hear this, it's dishearteningSongtexteMy eyes keep undressing and myï»¿ knives keep sharpeninAnd every time I see you it's a little bit startlingThe butterflies or demons or whatever start garglinthe blinds wide open so we can see you in the dark when you sleepinyour body fresh out the showeryou touch yourself after hours (???)check your window, check your window, we're at your windowthis might be a bad start to get off toand I really didn't mean to accost youI just really like your hair, and how it's all slick and stuffI spilled a little of your blood I kind of wanna lick it upBut I guess that wouldn't be vegan so let's just drive around and sing some sara and teganyou don't even know me, this is only a dreamand i'm just thinkin of your eyes nothin' to do with your semen1, 2, you're the boy that I want3, 4, 5-6-7 shit(?) is the bullet if you say no after all thisand I just couldn't take it; you're so mothafuckin gorgeousyou're the boy that I want3, 4, 5-6-7 shitsolve equations, baby, you're my square rootand I feel a little weird thinkin that you're this cute(you're so mothafuckin gowjess)(i just wanna talk)(convasate)(stalk)(mastabate) Aus Songtexte Mania