will you miss me my dear
and my wild wiLd hair
maybe love is underwater
and i am caught on the rocks
i am not your enemy's daughter
i see your mind it blocks
take me through
the pot-luck romance
drug me up on cardboard wine
cOme undress me
call me someone else's name
we could fuck to wheel of fortune
be the Vanna feminists
dress me up in sparkly skins
you could be the prince of it
will you miss me my dear
and my wild wild hair
sorrys are like promises
thEy get bigger every time
they grow like weeds and laundry
and they infect my mind
we talk hotels
we talk whiSkey
under water
over thinking
we could be the wind
we could be the wheels
we could jump right in
we cOuld be the fields
there's a well inside of me
throw a penny iN
and watch me cry
i was raised on a dead end street
and the only end is Goodbye
will you miss me my dear
you left out of the bar
into my car and kissed me good night
you got onto your flight
out of my car and into the stars
where she waits for you
on the other side
no talk of me in her eyes
I left glitter on your lips
you said that we could look forward to it
but you're too cool with your moustache of women
I wish that you would just stand up or give in
but you hold back like arrested love
I hold inside, gripped like a glove
are you cuter than cute or just a beautiful brute
your fingers clench, you disappear into your appartment
I drive until the sun comes up
ahead of me the road again looms long
I want you in my bed, I want you in my song
sometimes poems come easier than words
I wish but I don't wish you weren't with her
'cause you left out of the bar
into my car and kissed me good night
you got onto your flight
out of my car and into the stars
where she waits
another night
a budweiser in bed
having a fight
with one of the guys in my head
if love is bread
consider me poor
why do all roads
lead to betty ford
i was on my way
success in my hand
vh1 had set up its cam
bands on the run
played out like before
i was stupid sloppy drunk
for most of the tour
just another night
a budweiser in bed
having a fight
with one of the guys in my head
if love is bread
consider me poor
why do all roads
lead to betty ford
one night after the band
went out for dim sum
my roadie she kicked it
on bad opium
she cooked her brains
like the work she worked for
if only shed held out
till the end of the tour
see the last off this bus maid
was bettys door
i was on my way
success with my band
vh1 kept rolling its cam
behind the music
played out like before
i was famous detox
in on bettys floor
some of these stories
will do go
rehab worked out
now im taking it slow
another night
a st johns wort in bed
the guys in my head
well now theyre all dead
i do yoga by the fire
now im _____(?)
i do deepak chopra
angels we have heard are high
smoking joints up in the sky
delusions are floating by
paranoias running wild
ganja
in excess aint dangerous
angels we have heard are high
smoking doobies in the sky
smoked me out on sunday night
now church really does feel right
ganja
in excess aint dangerous
angels smoked me out last night
after getting jesus high
he says ganja makes you strong
i say great! pass me the bong
ganja
in excess aint dangerous
the church social was real fun
munching down sin-a-mon buns
boy those catholics are uptight
glad i took this flight tonight
ganja
in excess aint dangerous
mother mary was naive
baked a cake with josephs weed
she passed out then he came in
immaculate conception
ganja
This is the story of Betty and Sue
Two women left their husbands... For each other
(One, two, three and... *laugh*)
I was watching opera yesterday
And Gloria Steinem came on to say
Gloria Steinem? Who's Gloria Steinem?
Gloria Steinem's a famous feminist
She says there's no separation between housewife and feminist
She says you can be a housewife and a feminist
Really?
All you housewives can be
Famous feminists just like me
Now I am cooking the veggies and valuing myself
(Cooking the veggies and valuing myself, cooking the veggies and valuing myself)
Gloria where have you been? (Where have you been?)
You've become my inspiration (My inspiration)
Gloria where have I been? (Where have I been?)
All these years I've been listening to Jim
Get out of the way of the game
Where is my dinner?
Gloria please save me now (Save me now)
I need to free myself please tell me how (Free myself)
I am becoming a coward
Gloria Steinem, where are you now?
Gloria Steinem, wait a minute,
I heard on public radio that Gloria Steinem was gonna be speaking at a rally for women's rights in Washington DC!
Gloria, Gloria, I'm buying my ticket today
I'm going to the rally in Washington
I'm gonna see her at the rally in Washington
I'm gonna find her at the rally in Washington
I can't wait for the rally in Washington
Shit Sue! What am I gonna tell Jim?
Well... tell him you're on a business trip
Business trip? Sue, I'm a housewife...
Alright, tell him you're abducted by a strange group of aliens
No Sue he watches the X-files he knows the difference between real aliens and fake aliens
They took a specimen out of your left breast and planted it into Washington DC and you've gotta go there to rediscover a part of yourself
Rally? Women's rights? Who the hell you think you are?
My name is Betty and my name is Sue
And there's a lot of thing we can do
Cause we are, wannabe feminist housewives
Yeah, we are gonna be feminist housewives
See you later Jim
I'm going to the rally in Washington
Byebye!
Well that was five years ago, today
I said: Herb, you can take you're SUV and shove it up your ass
Me and Betty, we're hitting the road
I'm switching out of wife mode
I don't know Herb; it's not like I have anything against you
It's just; well you're not really my type Herb
Look, look, there's no need to argue, this is goodbye Herb
And Herb, I'll try not to slam the door on my way out okay
And try not to choke from the dust coming from my heels, Herb
Oh and Herb, don't forget to feed Olive Oil
Bye Olive Oil (Meow)
And suddenly, Betty and I were free
We were finally free
Going to the rally in Washington
On the road to the rally in Washington
I couldn't wait for the rally in Washington
Hey Sue, we're almost to the rally in Washington
Well I'm sure it's not hard for you to imagine what happened in that car on that road to that rally in Washington DC, right?
Some people say that it was, that it was destiny that Betty and I got in that car and got on that road to go to that rally.
Some people say that a band of angels guided our car on that road.
Who knows?
Something about the moon, or the way her skin mixed with vinyl
I realize, Sue, I've been lusting after her for four years now (I've been lusting after you for four years now)
Betty, I've been lusting after you for four years now
(I've been lusting after you, for four years now)
Oh my god Betty
Oh my god, Oh, My, god
I'm a dyke
I'm a dyke
I'm a dyke
I'm a dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke, D-D-D-dyke
We're great moms
Drag King Bar
well I was bored with the lesbian scene
I told myself I gotta find another thing
so I strapped on my boots
and I walked down the street
and I rolled right in to the local d.k.b.
(drag king bar, that is)
when I walked in at quarter to eight
well I thought that I might be straight
at the drag kind bar last night
it's unlike me to look at boys
when the girls are packing toys
I can dig that scene all right
then across the bar
he played the air guitar
and mouthed those words real sexy
it was then that I surely knew
that this one would be a two
if I played my cards just right
well I was drunk and I was bored
and he was cute so I was lured
at the drag king bar last night
where all the boys are really girls
and the fags whip out their pearls
at the drag king bar last night
then at a quarter to ten
he scoped me again
and drank his beer so sexy
it was then that I surely knew
that this one would be a two
by the end of the night tonight
then he used the line that works everytime
he said hey is this seat taken?
I said no he said let's go
I said where I don't care
I'm a scorpio
take me home right now
then at a quarter to twelve
as I began to delve
into that drag king last night
well my thoughts were so strange
boy my luck sure had changed
don't do crystal
don't do boys
don't do boys
who do crystal
don't do crystal
when you were there i couldn't meet your stare
i was a bad friend in a bad way now i've got nothing left to say
i just tell it to my notebooks like i could coat hooks
and reel them in glassy eyed mornings wide open
you never told me blind faith was like a mother
you just ditch one and you go find another
you never told me blind faith was like a mother
you just ditch one and you go find another
(chorus): it's a dog grab dog world (and) she's not a dog she's a girl
it's a dog grab dog world (and) she's not a dog she's a girl
well look look look they're selling her body for beer
saying look look look what's under here
profits for pussy giving not to her tushy
gets weak and meek when her thanks ain't in the bank
gets weak and meek when her thanks ain't in the bank
(chorus)
i looked through all of those magazines
i found not one picture of me
i found skeletons of humans pushing dollars like they're brooms
and no room for those flowers to have bloom
i found skeletons of humans pushing dollars like they're brooms
and no room for those flowers to have...
i (just) walk this block the gentrification clock goes tick tock tick tock
(well) who will they squeeze out this time
(you) push the poor people out to where we can't hear them whine
(you) change the names of the neighborhood
where the painted over shootings make the pavement look good
invite the white upwardly mobile home
(then) try taking a lease
out on all the poems
do you buy those rhymes because they're packaged sublime
while great artists starve to death all the time
do you buy those rhymes because they're packaged sublime
while great artists starve to death all the time
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
To play croquet (2x)
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
To play croquet
(croquet, croquet)
Yo, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and black
This game's gonna give me a heart attack
Ya got singles, doubles, and triple licks
Do what ever ya want, just pick your stick!
My name is Rick O'Shea
And I play blue
Back in the day, I say toodle-oo to you!
See, I am the rover, God gave me like 4 leaf clover
Hey wicket, Get your stick,
Gonna rob the courts, gonna rob the courts!
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
To play croquet
(they played!)
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
To play croquet
(oh, give it to me now!)
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
To play croquet
(croquet, croquet)
I'm DJ Wickett and I rule the court
Lies for me, ya hear that sport
Put 'em through the holes, yeah I got my ho's
Watch up! This is a croquet hold-up!
My swing is sweeter than a fat jelly donut!
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
To play croquet (2x)
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
To play croquet
Excuse me -- I'm Roxie Roquet, I'm off cream
I inhereted my stroke from the queen
I've known lots of blokes off the green
So put your pounds & your bucks on me
I'm second only to capital B
1st come 1st serve the losers h'douerves
I'm gonna wipe this point thing clean
I'm talkin' bout YOU,
OSHAY
I'm talkin' bout YOU,
(no way!)
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
To play croquet
(oh yeah)
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
To play croquet
(is the mallet here?)
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
Back in the day people used to get dressed up
To play croquet
(croquet, croquet, croquet!)
One, two, three, four, five six seven eight nine
Do it in order, or lose your time,
Wicket sport is wicked rhyme
Hate to break it to you but this court is MINE.
(it's mine it's mine it's mine)
When you bend over, to take the pucks
All you fuckin' punks can kiss our butts! (2x)
(for lynda petranek)
climbing to the top of mountains
reaching for the sky it disappears
watch my hands lose their grip
watch my life lose its meaning
(what's my life it's losing meaning)
I wish I could climb
to the top with you
I'd pick you up and cradle the fall
I wish I had the hand to heal you
only my hand is so small
struggle for the point of gravity
search for that slice of light
your breath beats through me
I keep struggling
breath bearts through you
keep struggling
breath beats
things just got rolling here
you started dying
it might be heaven there
what if they're lying
if I could climb to the top with you
if I had the strength I'd heal you
(if I)
she needs with anger heart
and cancer breast
a lap to rest
by morning I'll be gone
the highway will welcome me
to her warmth
let her arms lay down their guides
let her lead me into the sun
I will go softly
I do not disturb
this rhythm
this city
this history
I leave it behind love
will you be here when I return
if I if I
if I see you on the street
will you recognize me
will I recognize you
the features of your body
my body?
your hip-sway walk
my wandering eyes
your beat that injects my arms
old lover
new friend
past life
will you recognize my smell
rolled through passing towns
like sticky sweet hands?
my new words
my new eyes
a pink moon is out tonight
and my heart is folding over
because i think she liked me
and i mighta had her
but he's got a real one
and mine's from the store
why is it so lonely
in between a boy and a girl
they're so glued down
in this world
and what it means
i'm trans alla that
gender i'm a bender
bi bye girl
in the parking lot
where we kissed good night
and you squeezed my hand
a little extra tight
well i knew right then
that you felt the same
if you'd just get out
of that boy and girl game
but you're so caught up
in your boyfriend jock
and he fits right in
and he hits the spot
but the spot you missed
was the one of me
the boy girl wonder
do do not not fear
what pushes you over the line
evolution never stops
a revolution always costs
it all comes out
where are you going, black-eyed girl?
can you explain this tangled world?
i thought that freedom was a key
but here you know nothing's free
at night i dream of being young
why didn't childhood keep me long
why am i fighting for my voice
when i could sing when i want
where are you going, black-eyed girl?
where are you going, black-eyed girl?
where are you going, black-eyed girl?
is hatred winning?
she thinks i'm fucked up coz i think
i can do good things and still see
the vicious cycle dissolving me
and hatred continuing
well you can't keep a good woman down
la-da-di-da-di-da-de-do
we gotta know who's keeping us down
before we can rise, we can rise
where are you going, black-eyed girl?
where are you going, black-eyed girl?
where are you going, black-eyed girl?
is hatred winning?
the way i see the enemy is not my sexuality
stop pointing your fat finger at me
coz i will not be shut up, no i will not be shut up
no i will not be shut up
where are you going, black-eyed girl?
where are you going, black-eyed girl?
where are you going, black-eyed girl?
the blind space of low clouds
the breeze that moves them
over my forehead/third eye
the moon that hangs
half and orange
your letter sits by my bed
rode all the way
tide-twisted from China
heavy in love
your words spring toward
my dreaming dreary brain
I suspend your picture
hand's length from my heart
remind me to recycle
change my underwear
and take in my bicycle
for all of its energies
life's lazy in love
the in and out is active
your letter sticks
to never be resurrected
my hands are glue
the sink is the fun
father wants me
father needs me
father on top of me
father loves me
I lie still
I lie still don't tell my mother
I lie still don't tell my sister
I am secrecy
father indecency
I am secrecy
father indecency
I lie still
I lie still don't tell my mother
I lie still don't tell my sister
I want to know
how many women
he thinks he owns
I want to know
who he lies to more
I want ot know
about the secret stale air
trapped between them
I want to know
when the strong stuck girl
will be released
I want to know
wehn the strong stuck girl
this is the point
where the eye and I don't meet
this is the point
that spells defeat
i have watched your unlove
written like tabloids
i had to stumble on buying my food
there you were
unfolded in headlines and horror
i love all those bits of you
i love all those bits of you
on the hardwood floor
where the bird imitates our fighting
you put the golf show on
to avoid my crying
you cup your arm to care
where the hurt went in
and well, why does it hurt?
complications of leftover racisms
why does it hurt?
you start the road trip off with accusations
of why does it
feel like i've been run over in traffic
scratchin in the dust of someone's leavin
punches in my gut
oh look i'm bleeding
not for you, for me this time, this time
not for you, for me
this time
just for the record, there is no record
it's a problem
there is no "this is what you said"
that's already gone
all we have are our love
and our guts baby
all we have are our love
and our guts baby
they're all over the road
you don't know the difference
between anger and pissed off
one is doing and one is feeling
one is doing and one is feeling
and i'm feeling
i'm feeling
feels like i've been run over in traffic
scratchin at the dust of someone's leaving
punches in my gut
oh look i'm bleeding
not for you, for me this time, this time
not for you, for me
this time
i need to be healed
i need to be healed
just saying it does it
just smashing it crushes it
just loving it douses it
just saying it does it
just smashing it crushes it
just loving it douses it
just loving it douses it
feels like i been run over in traffic
scratching at the dust of someone leaving
punches in my gut
oh look- i'm bleeding
not for you, for me this time, this time
not for you, for me.
It's a rainy Brooklyn morning
You're a phone number
And six states away
I dialed and found you home
Your voice comes back
Like the day comes back
From a night of dreams
You're getting married
And you're crazy about her
You really miss me
I know exactly what you mean
Oh that's so nice to hear
You've planted
All your roots down there
I'm still wandering
Like the fruit fallen from the tree
Is she nice to you not like me
Like the wife she was raised to be
I remember peeling
Off your clothes
To find your body
A layer of my favorite cake
I remember blowing
Mad cash on you
I was living like I had it
Loving like we had it too
I miss those night together
On your futon on the floor
And your drives to carolina
And pink floyd
Our common core
And your breath
Between my shoulders
And your car
That took me miles
Across state lines
And space and time
I think I'll step outside now
Catch a slice of sunlight
Through the rain
I'll try and feel the sunset
Hiding in the clouds
Here your poems
Still warm me
When memory drains
Did I mention that I miss you
And I love you sometimes
Not in that famous
Star-crossed way
In that love with a limit way
Isn't it nice
I still don't know
what you do for money
Isn't it nice only your art
Came up in conversation
Isn't that nice
On a rainy Brooklyn
Morning I dialed and
if all you men are making money
offa callin' us bitches then i'll just do it myself
but i'll be making some switches
see eminem will be my faggot bitch for awhile
i'll bend him over hard but it'll do it wit style
(chorus #1): i ain't got no 'tience this time of year
for all you frat boys dissin' on the queers
i ain't got no 'tience this time of year
for all you frat boys dissin' on the queers
that song about the closet it reminds me of being gay
hey eminem why don't you lead the
fuckin' pride parade and show the queers
you're not afraid to take it in the rear
from holly near or britney spears
not quite a girl not quite a woman
how about a butch dyke riding your bike
how about you slip on a skirt an'
i'll slip you a shirt to put on after i put it in
i wish howard zinn would run for president
i'm so sick and tired of all this shit
(chorus #2): i ain't got no 'tience this time of year
for phony presidents always pushing fear
i ain't got no 'tience this time of year
for phony presidents always pushing fear
i still could go to jail for taking off my shirt
and that tranny will still get fucked with for wearing a skirt
and i'll get protested for singing for naked women and my
pal marshall is gettin' it just for being him
and my shit--radio won't even play it cuz it's coming from a tit
we need to get together and make a spark
take over central park stop this fucking war
be nice to each other that'll even the score
make the world what we want to live in so no one's got to give in
past present future you just felt them all
now and then some and then we come
for a moment there's nothing wrong just a song
there's a helicopter with a searchlight as big and bright as a star wars sword about two blocks from here where the people are mostly poor. the cops say they don't know who's flying that thing and it's loud, it got me out of bed to witness their sting. who wronged who. who's running. and what race
first I'm scared like there's some monster on the loose, then i'm like oh right there's monsters everywhere it's just which side they choose. maybe who they're after is the invisible man and they won't even catch him until he's got his hands in the white world's cookie jar. they'll never catch him
great men have lived in subways. women have sculpted homes out of dirt. eight men live in the sewer at the basement of our earth. it's our face on all those coins. we've made murder into money. we've just pulled profits from people's deaths. we've been duped and regrouped so we could all fear each other then we believe in this because we can't even imagine another.
how do i feel?
its funny you should ask,
i stopped looking then just crashed
and everything shattered, including the light
much never mattered, nothing was right...
no coincidence was today the day she breezed in
reality said 'catch me' and instead got smashed in
all over the intersection with our love note last
i stopped looking and then just crashed
what was that, was that me?
what just hit me like a ton?
just when you think you're done being shown.
i know three seconds before me and one behind
wed still be flying at 65
but something just hit me like every fatal "shoulda been"
(well, it shoulda been me in your eyes)
i wanna go down on you, drive my fingers round on you, open four lanes wide with you, get high with you, just lie with you.
roll down the road with you, space grows with you, get high with you, just lie with you.
put your hands on the wheel, ask me how i feel
i'll space out, no doubt
i gotta work that one out
i can't find it without collision
you're seeing whats blocked from your vision
i am wrapped up in my van
i better put her on the line, i take it as a sign that something loud had to happen
new roads to be mapping
i'll give you light where you give light, i'll give you weight where you give weight
when you screamed "i didn; t have time to hit the breaks!"
snap your head around, make sure im okay, you grab the registration to see who has to pay
i'm a hazards-blinking fragmented mess, my house is a wreck, my love's an insect
all i can do is reflect: "cause everything shattered including the light, much never mattered and nothing was right."
i let go and got trapped
this is just scrap.
this is just scrap metal on the intersection making noise.
i'm holding on to this wheel, like its the hardest thing to feel
like highways are the markers i can scratch on my correction
if i get some major road i can just drive into protection
i can dream on all the downhills, miss the wish, a hope it fills
dress it all up and call it 'no frills'
my bones are jerked around and it kills
i wanna blow this up, make it blast
i wanna see how hard it will smash,
i wanna bang forces, metaphorphis this
i wanan rub my skin up and down, not head trip around and around
i wanna make songs like theyre a forcefull field
like if i call on you, you come singing and real
and i can call up serenity and she'll come up form the ditch and say 'what do you need my bitch?
like a firey fierceful field, kickback while i take the wheel
call out to where the songs come in
around this pain-in-the-ass accident
they hover above, just like our love
i just wrecked, i got decked, all i can do is reflect: "cause everything shattered including the light, much never mattered and nothing was right."
you talk me round about how love is bound,
and tie me up in tongues too true for the taking
i can lick, licking and suck, sucking right on down to the much we're ducking
the catastrophes there and the crashings there
and every passway we're rehashing's there
and she was there and we were there and i looked down and my heart was bare
and screamed into the breaks that this is how it makes Love to you
well forget about all of that crap
it might be rude to scream
but i get so pissed
all your space gets sucked away
becomes their junkyard mist
the country is shrinking
everyone's breeding
like rats in a cage
we're strangled and scared
could we just take care
of each other could we
just take care
could we see beyond
the pasture of childhood rage
and minimum wage
could we see beyond this
pasture your country
was built on slaves
driving down and out of chicago
i'm looking for the highway
and i look around
and oh my goddess
what have we done
past the jewel osco pass the bus
spewing black air all over
this black neighborhood
mainly it's bars and fast food
fast fast food cheap poison
oh my goddess
what have we done
what have my fathers
done to my brothers
what have our leaders
led us into
what have we chosen
fast asleep in racist baths
that keep people powerless
polluted and poor
scrubbed clean of their gods
oh my goddess goodness
where are we now
I'd bang down your billboards
suck nourish from this rusty
i'd send those streams
to wash it clean
make everything wet
and lusty
i want the loggers
to be cast away
i want to let
the mantises pray
i want the loggers
to be cast away
i just wanna play
don't sell me your junkyard
don't package my death
i need the earth for my feet
Cities and love, both relentless and gray. I bawled my eyes out three times yesterday for European strangers and their lunchtime trade.
I'm a mess for love, I'm dirty from the city. I've been looking around to find warmth in the shitty glares that they give you when they're sooooooo busy living. When they're sooooooo busy living.
I've made up my mind, my mind's always changing. I've been spending my time just rearranging for all the changes i go through, all the miles to drive, all the waves that i float through, all the watchful eyes, all the tunes to pull notes through, all the names to file; well i would go hungry and meek if love were left to the weak. i would go hungry and meek if loooooooove.
I've got socks stuffed with numbers, my head stuffed with you, the bite on your neck was the least i could do. My eyes are like water, my ears are like tires, my legs are like books, they spread like fire.
Tonight the city's like a Pac man board
I wanna know how many power pellets till I get to your door
All the angled streets and the blinking lights
How many of my clothes on your floor?
How many of my clothes on your floor?
Oh you know who you are
Just look out your window the ghosts aren't that far
There's smoke on the island and all five boroughs are watching
There's smoke on the island and all five boroughs are watching
When the world stops
I will ride on you
Your fingers are approaching my moves
I'm on a joy stick ride
I'm moving on to my next three lives
And I'm a quarter junkie and I'm thirsty for you
all hail sparkly queen areola
all hail sparkly queen
(repeat as needed)
are you an idiot
my dearest, my love?
are you a double-crossing gomer?
are you covered in muck?
are you thirsty?
tired?
The overplayed disco song
Pumps into the ceiling
Where my poached eggs
Run over my teeth
It's mother's day
I delve into
The almost creature ovary
That's suspended
On my toast
On mother's day
The waitress's mother
Comes in for a kiss
Happy mother's day mama
I'm bathing in diner scenes
And strained caffeine tea
The waitress is a stranger
Who nourishes me
I'll have a big back yard to run in
And a big oak tree for climbing
And a wrap around porch
To sip homemade iced tea
That brewed in the sun
While i watched it
I'll whisper my secrets
To the wind
Their dollars to me
Won't mean nothing
Except maybe to keep
The weeds down
In my vegetable garden
My mail will come to
33 zen lane
In a county called rushing river
That's its native name
My family will be my friends
My friends will be my home
You can't call me
You'll just have to come
It's two in the morning
My beeper's going off
I'm naked, i roll over
Enough is enough
These bitches always calling me
Morning, noon, and night
Gladys and rhonda
Darlene, she is tight, right?
What can i say?
They can't stay away
From the best cock on the block today
It's eternally hard
I've got five different sizes, shapes and colors
Come over and try me, i am like no other
You like 'em big?
I got a gmc brand
You like 'em little?
I got a mini pickle
I aim to satisfy i aim to please
Just give me some booty that i can squeeze
What can i say?
They can't stay away
From the best cock on the block today
It's eternally hard
Aw, shit! it's darlene.
I know it by the code
I was supposed to be there an hour ago
She said, "baby, bring the big one"
But i left it with brooke
My dick, it's like chick bait
One bite and they're hooked
So i'm headed to darlene's and i get distracted
Got my eye right on her block
And i get distracted
Slid down to the girl on the bench sippin' water
She leaned in, licked her lips like i was on her
She said "ooh, you're one of dem girly men
Well, i need more man in my men
We could meet next week,
We could be great friends..."
No, no... see- i'm a lady lover
I'm a lady leaver
Just one taste and you'll be a believer
So girl- take that
My dick's so big, i don't even have to pack it
See i'm just a little girl boy,
Trying to make my way in a man's world
I'm just a little girl boy,
Trying to make my way in a man's world
So... i gotta go.
Got my 40 and my lucky extra firm dildo
From the d- to the i- to the l- to the do
What can i say?
They can't stay away from the best cock
