Her ego Weighs about a metric ton And makes her really self conscious I don't wanna [?] My chivalry is being held hostage The funeral car is packed But I have general admission It's a pit full of thin air I need to see a medical physician But I can't afford the medicare So I die in your arms Wrong Falsehood (love) Skin Talk (beauty) Hair dye (yeah) Liposuction (bake sales) Vivicone She had A single cell ego In the form Of a [?] libido Which was like that of A single (? del gringo?) The door to her heart Has a big enough key hole During screwing She would need to get her hair pulled She'd snarl and growl As if she was a werewolf Oh I used to Be [?] She'd even let me hit On the hood of her car She could lure Any men into a zoom And make them think there's a water fountain In the middle of a sand dune To get her you forget everything Even if you were the last [?] She'd usually fuck with Mated with the state of masochism Beautiful siren You would have to find the bridesmaid 'Cause we have A different family that I've made From a hole a different protoplasm All these women Have multiple orgasms on their back bone I'm a Pegasus horseback rider verse A product endorsed black spider my whore Moon stay course and trap driver she'll have Me for main course and appetizer when I propose they don't want me back That's why I befriend hoes and scrawny rats Don't touch me I'm a hypochondriac Um, could you pick up my dry clothes from the laundromat I don't drive over in my Pontiac so you'll burn body fat Trying to catch me My love for her was a neurosurgeon cut up a brains frontal lobe and turning my sensibilities Into [?] a disgruntled toad only one of us calm enough to hold And in my humble abode a women says she'll put it up [?] She expected me to wait on her one hand and foot And would it take into account all the monuments So I thought did I want to be in love Or did I want to invent With one I'd have an expressional outlet With the other I'm just a sexual house pet