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Yeah, you're my warm cherry center In a blanket of double brown chocolate kiss You're my pineapple cider You're the worm in my grapefruit I'm sorry I can't help you Hundreds of battles and lovely notes That tired old horsey It's a good lay Oh, you'd like that Hoo hoo, hoo hoo Eatin' shit on a bus budget The standard height of some Nobody, I'll come on Sunday And move it This is some nightmare I am sharing with all of you Falling in clumps to fall on my feet Hundreds of battles and lovely notes That tired old horsey It's a good lay Oh, you'd like that Forgetting your fingers in your dress Waiting for the spring to open up the window Got a rope that's a smile Dig deep graves, parching those lips around you All he needs is a good talking to Aus Songtexte Mania