Something about the way you taste Makes me want to clear my throat There's a message to your movements That really gets my goat I looked for sniffy linings But you're rotten to the core I've had just about all I can take You know I can't take it no more Got a gut feeling Centered 'round long time ago On your ability to torment Then you took your tongs of love And stripped away my garment Got a gut feeling
Slap your mammy down Slap your pappy down again Oh move it up and down now Oh move it all around now
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