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Dude Ask Jeeves
01:45
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Yeah don't you wanna come over to my house? I got a half-drunken bottle of wine; the grapes are going sour in my mouth unless you bring a friend. Then I'll bring the whipping cream. You know the nastiest shit tastes sweet to me. Yeah are you tripping on my middle school wet dream? I like to go to sleep, listen to Kanye and Luda spitting mad game at all the horny bitches--Dude, what are those? I think I'll just ask Jeeves, fill my moldable mind with soft-core pornography.
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UNDER THE BRA 2012
02:25
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Breakin glass bottles on the 4th of July, the alley's spangled, glistening high and dry. Our drunken independence lights up the sky; I caught a glance from a lady I don't mind. I'm going under your bra--if that's alright? It's been many moons, I've lost my mind! Oh ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low: I'll give you all six inches of my soul. (whistle)
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Bonafide City Slicking
03:23
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Yes I fetishize working girls, always nine to five and on the verge. And I'll lay, all day, while you're at work--in no time at all, I'll be a bonafide city slicker.
You think I give half a fuck about Sigmund Freud? You precocious college boys are positively unemployed. If I layed all day and analyzed, my precious leisure time would blow like smoke out the apartment window.
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Holy Host
03:23
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lord don't you know i'm a dirty boy
i pulled her hair back again
when i fucked her on my parent's queen bed
they were out of town again
i change splattered sheets the vile symbol of my boyhood virility
i scrub every inch clean but the animal don't come out
lord don't you know i'm your dirty boy
i'll do it anyway you want
i'll lie down on my back be your holy host
fill me up with a torrent of your love
i change splattered sheets the holy symbol of my pious virility
i scrub every inch clean but the animal don't come out
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Woody Allen
02:09
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NECRODANCER / LOCOMOTOR
02:21
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speaking frankly about the shape of our relations
speaking frankly i want to spit lightning and hurl you on that futon
have u had enough to think yet?
mix another guilt and tonic
unless you're gonna let your body wrap itself around mine well
then pour yourself a cold one
how u like that?
speaking frankly i'm tired of you waltzing back to my apt
like a necrodancer with shoes full of drunken fire, just trying to make this dead thing living
shit i could make a killing on my own
i know this boy with a wicked smile who works out back
he wears a wrist watch and always smokes a different brand of cigarettes
i'll have him over, cook a real dinner, then i'll have him on his back
how u like that?
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