Don't Run With Scissors
Look and you see
Your basement is full of he
Your head is filled with glue
Pick up the phone
You're talking like a drone
Don't run with scissors in the hall
You've been looking for a part time looser
Drinking small time boozer in him
He's been tripping, he's a hard crime trooper,
picking girls from the corner of Jim
Jim's working hard
cervezas in the yard
His girls are tripping in the street
You're waiting now
Drained out like a cow
His working Jims best maid
You could settle for a worn out papa
Grunting aloud, give me head
As long as he was living, breathing,
and could squeeze you,
please you, in your bed
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