Rattled by the Rush
Oh, that I could bend my tongue outwards
Leave you lungs hurtin', tuckin' my shirt into pants I wear so well
Cross your t's, shirt smell worse than your lying, caught my dad cryin'
Loose like the wind, from the rough we get par
Sleet city woman, waitin' to spar
Well I'm drownin' for your thirst
Drownin' for your thirst
Drownin' for your thirst
Drownin' for your thirst
Getting off the candlabra -- we call her Barbara
Breeding like larva -- she rabblerousing dental surf combat
Get out those hard hats and sing us some scat
Laid lovers (blade gushers?) gush -- chained and perfumed
I don't need a minister to call me a groom but I'm rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
No soap in the tub
no soap in the trunk
no soap in the jar
no soap in the john
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