Spit 歌词

Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'til we pass out on the floor Met a little girl with no bloomers on when she showed me her fake i.d. i knew something was wrong she said let's dance said i got a wooden leg said i'd like to see you on your knees she's cuddly wuddly wuddly too she's cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you yeah you got a reputation for coming on strong now you're leanin' up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang here we go to your bungalow boyfriend's on the road Put the spit on put the spit on Get a little nervous what can a poor boy say 'bout a girl that fucks a different guy each and every day but she's cuddly wuddly wuddly too bad you don't dig dudes that play guitar you got a thing for drummers you got a thing for men with scars put the spit on put the spit on put the spit on Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'til we pass out on the floor Put the spit on put the spit on put the spit on put the spit on put the spit on put the spit on