Текст песни You Pregnant Motherfucker

You always let them in All of these other men Unlock the door when I ain't home They take off all your clothes Like you're some docile doe You're making love to make it up Oh, will somebody help us, please? Convince us our love is no disease That we won't be lonely when we're alone From now on, what we touch Will turn to gold Oh, will somebody help us, please? Convince us our love is no disease That we won't be lonely when we're alone From now on, what we touch Will turn to gold How old? How old?