You Have Cum In Your Hair And Your Dick Is Hanging Out lyrics

Head start on the frog On the deer and the dog The things we true were taught Loyal torn from our hearts It's now so soft underfoot We sleep more than we sleep If god could make me cry I'd run along the water She won't come; I'll be gone She won't come; I'll be gone Play with it while you have hands A desperate lack of demands I can't offer a thing Better than dying, so take it! Scrap the outfit And hand me the keys to your car If I leave before it is light I'll be around when you are She won't come; I'll be gone She won't come; I'll be gone