This is a song for carol Your into japanese fastfood And I drop you off with your japanese lover And you're going to the beach all day You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're looking like You've got some sun Your blistered lips Have got a kiss The days are lit like everyone Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Your bones got a little machine You're the bone machine
I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss He bought me a soda He bought me a soda He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot Yep, yep yep yep!
I make you break You make me hard Your irish skin * Looks mexican Our love is rice and beans and horses lard Your bones got a little machine You're the bone machine
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