Cupid bacon Cool new cuisine Two little mama bears eating beans Cupid bacon Diaper stank You coulda bought my flashlight for quail
Oh chicken skranks Help, our pants are full We’ve exchanged our life-threatening doll I sweat an emulsion It’s how I’m so soft And I would just stand here for now But I’ve been dying just to Wear my new Elven Bodyglove
“I don’t like your hot sauce” Said the lady in the sauna She was a slightly-tall Tanya N-n-n-n-next night at the c-c-c-c-casa Chica got to cha-cha!
Well we’ve taken all the coffins to where there’s little light in the way Combine flower wine and jambalaya whiskey, and I hum a song
Daddy why were you just a childhood deception?
You stole my fake French drumsticks And my Swedish double-mint truffle drumsticks And my haunted neurotic children drumsticks Volevra, and Xavier And Kevin, Roxanne, Rav, and Jedipha
Cupid bacon Elias is my frog I see many feisty leaflets wilt on the wall A foregone life and foregone brains I know how to laugh at little bunny’s jolly cage And yet why’s it so dull in the land of beige? Does the toast close your throat when there’s no liquid in sight?
I sweat emulsion That’s how I am so soft I wouldn’t stick your fingers in a fan blade You can’t buy a new Elven Bodyglove
“I don’t like your hot sauce” Said the lady in the sauna She was a slightly-tall Tanya N-n-n-n-next night at the c-c-c-c-casa Chica kind of bent my pool cue N-n-n-n-next night at the c-c-c-c-casa Chica got to cha-cha, no no La-la-la-la let me talk