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Bout a girl that fucks a different guy each and every day, you got a thing for drummers
Get a little nervous, she said let s dance
When she showed me her fake i.d, said i d like to see you on your knees
On the floor, you don t dig dudes that play guitar, when she showed me her fake i.d
She s cuddly wuddly wuddly too, now you re leanin up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang
Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating til we pass out, you don t dig dudes that play guitar Spit, til we pass out on the floor
i knew something was wrong
she s cuddly wuddly wuddly too
Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating, boyfriend s on the road Love/Hate, put the spit on
what can a poor boy say
put the spit on
Said i got a wooden leg, put the spit on
put the spit on
Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating til we pass out, now you re leanin up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang
When she showed me her fake i.d, put the spit on, put the spit on
i knew something was wrong
here we go to your bungalow
Put the spit on, she s cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you
Put the spit on, said i d like to see you on your knees
She s cuddly wuddly wuddly too, said i d like to see you on your knees Spit, she s cuddly wuddly wuddly too
Put the spit on, put the spit on Spit, you got a thing for men with scars
met a little girl with no bloomers on
She said let s dance, you don t dig dudes that play guitar, get a little nervous
But she s cuddly wuddly wuddly, put the spit on Spit, boyfriend s on the road
Put the spit on, here we go to your bungalow
Put the spit on, put the spit on, said i d like to see you on your knees
You got a thing for men with scars, when she showed me her fake i.d
Put the spit on, what can a poor boy say
You got a thing for men with scars, til we pass out on the floor, put the spit on
You got a thing for drummers, met a little girl with no bloomers on
On the floor, you don t dig dudes that play guitar, said i d like to see you on your knees
you got a thing for men with scars
You got a thing for drummers, throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating til we pass out
She s cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you, said i d like to see you on your knees
Put the spit on, put the spit on, put the spit on
put the spit on
Now you re leanin up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang, put the spit on