| Fuck Yer Brains Out |
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| And the last time we played for cherries you said you’d go down |
| And in the same breath saw the BVD release spring to life |
| In chasing skirt, you’re amateur to my bravado and poise |
| But it’s from your lips, «Take out my tits and tell me what you want…» |
| Three fingers, maybe four, maybe the front seat or the floor |
| Fellating is a task with my intentions up yer ass |
| Guess you never knew I knew you’d ask me to fuck yer brains out |
