Bloodhound Gang Screwing You On The Beach At Night текст песни, слова песни Screwing You On The Beach At Night Bloodhound Gang
Bloodhound Gang - Screwing You On The Beach At Night
Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when
This used thong I found and bedazzled with gems
Brushes ever so gently against some boobs.
I guess it's hard to believe that one man
Could have a ponytail this sensitive and
Distract an aggressive hawk that's cornered you.
I know my haiku's are freaking intense
But even the words I made up to sound French
Don't express my feelings for your toilet parts.
I would show up for our pottery class
Dressed like a pirate with John Water's mustache
On a unicorn that shits your name in stars.
Fuckings cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type.
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night. [x2]
One milkshake, two straws.
Fuckings cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type.
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night. [x2]
Don't I (Don't I)
Sound so (Sound so)
Sexy (Sexy)
Echo (Echo) [x2]
Release the doves!
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