oh she got some female intuition, clear as the sky of blue. he got some animal attraction, but she sees right through. oh she aint no stranger to disaster but she laughed, ha ha ha, when he had a dream about his sister and the things they used to do.

let the milk run dry and blame your mother, she don't know what happens in your room. greasy hot dog frying on the asphalt, makes you want to climb back in the womb.

soon enough, there'll be no reconciliation, no reward. in the end, you can't deny that we're all just getting older, there's no time for next of kin.

let the milk run dry and blame your mother, she don't know what happens in your room. greasy hot dog frying on the asphalt, makes you want to climb back in the womb.

SHE

Murdertits!