Bree Sharp Guttermouth
In this concrete jungle void of charms
With the take-out, porn, and car alarms
No one's bringing in armies in
to keep the girls from speaking sin
Blocks are stacking
and the sounds of bricks is clacking
while the cement mixes
When the eyes of the workmen stop and fix this
Chicks' mouths' full of asterixes
Guttermouth, she spits on every curb
And she flips the boys bird
And every other word is from the
Guttermouth
She grabs her crotch in public
And I guess that they're all stuck with
The Guttermouth, Guttermouth
Guttermouth, Guttermouth
City life is hard to cope with
Sleazy groupers pushing dope
Sometimes survivals only hope's
A mouth that needs a wash with soap
And water couldn't clean this town
The sewers run above the ground
The streets are like a lost and found
For vagabonds who spew the sounds from the gutter
Oh, Guttermouth, mothers disapprove
Of the vile talk and lewdness
"Miss, stop the filth protruding from that
Guttermouth,"
though they try so hard to punish
The boys all want to run with
The Guttermouth, Guttermouth
Guttermouth, Guttermouth
She's a fortune cookie
Full of nasty puns and proverbs
tucked inside her hot and sour mind
But only skin is sugar coated
Words are jagged and corroded
Like the blunt and rusty axe she grinds
-Filthy Quips From Dirty Lips-
she's got tons of DNA
but all they see is T&A
a perfect lady looks that way
knows what she can and cannot say
To the bending men who alter their
Direction as the try to halt her,
caterwaul as they assault her,
after all this, can you fault her
mouth...
Guttermouth, her one serenity
is showing her identity,
Ain't in sainthood, but obscenity.
Guttermouth, make her feel bad for her curves,
and you're gonna get what you deserve,
straight from the Guttermouth.
Guttermouth, she spits on every curb
And she flips the boys bird
And ever other word is from the
Guttermouth, says,
'If you're gonna walk these blocks
Then you'd better talk the tough talk
Just like a guttermouth'
Guttermouth, Guttermouth.
