Holly Springs Disaster I D.a.r.e. David Bowie To Drive Drunk
Why are all my teeth on the floor
I can't pick it up, without picking you up
So I'm asking that fine young debutant and the man in the mirror exactly
What the f..ck I did with my keys last night.
Whoh, I'm so f..cked up
I can't feel me lungs
So I'm filling you up
With motion sickness love
Like a lazy f..ck, who can't get off her back
You got to get on top to keep me coming back
So I'm asking that fine young debutant, one last time
Exactly what the f..ck I did with my keys, last night
So I'm filling you up
With motion sickness love
I should have thought you out, before I took off your clothes
So I'll just fill your throat
