Just gypsyhook, Choking on dick you rode. And it's his, in which I abode. Where I slit the morse of my throat. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
of us can merge in the back of the seat, The last and go my back straight gets me clean. Well I heard the bird your head, monk had cut my bed.
Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Oh woahh... to me. to me. to...
Just gypsy hook, Choking on that you throat. In a kiddies world, in the back. on the brokeback we rode, Move to the front of me, to the back of me Bitch, my mirror mode. Rotten to me, to me. Oh no.
Songs we sway to reminisce my face bottles thrown, And she nails your tic tac, hoes. Either we or you won't stop, wait. And you for the sake of all hearts, they wither, we shake. Your is raising while between your legs. Our faces, and we close.
Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Ohhhh... to me to me Yeah... to me.
Rotten to me, to me. Rotten to me, to me. another gypsyhook, Trippin' on that you rode. But taken his, in which I abode. Where I slit the morse of my throat. to m-m-m-me, oh no.
Either we will or we stop, wait, And you wait for the sake of all hearts, wither and shake. face is raising while between your legs, Our and we. and we close.
Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Rotten to me, to me. nanananana. Oh woahh... to me. to me.