Flesh & Blood Robot She Is A New Flavor Of Lickerish
These are my teeth
I hope you like 'em
Baby, you got the curves to motivate
And we are tired as hell
This is my target of oppertunity
To show you how I move
I'm sorry I'm not your style, sweetheart
But if I can show you anything
It will be who put the f..cking rock
In f..cking rock n' f..cking roll
Cut my eyelids off cause all they do it tease
I'll clean you up real nice
Like my dog cleans my plate after dinner