Original lyrics

EN

Yeah, you're my warm cherry center In a blanket of double brown chocolate kiss You're my pineapple cider You're the worm in my grapefruit I'm sorry I can help you Hundreds of battles And lovely notes That tired old horsey It's a good lay Oh, you'd like that Woohoo, hoohoo Eat shit On a bus budget The standard height of some The body had a song Nobody, ah, come on I'll come on Sunday And move it This is some nightmare I am sharing with all of you Falling in clumps To follow my feet Hundreds of battles And lovely notes That tired old horsey It's a good lay Oh, you'd like that Breeubreeubree Forgetting the fingers in your dress Waiting for the spring To open up the window Got a rope, that's a smile Dig deep graves Press those lips around you All he needs is a good talking to.