An ass that won't quit But always heading To the door I see everything in skits I see everything and more And I want more I want more
Head over heels, always heading to the floor Sweep up all my bits and leave me by the door 'Cause I want more I want more
God, I've had a lot to drink And man that's made me think and think Oh, boy, I can't do anything I've kid myself I'm something big Babyface above the sink Defeated by the toilet brink
Gets up from the floor with all the grace of a burlap Bags up all the evidence and flushеs the sack Then heads back for morе
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath If it's it's don't, or die trying Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath If it's it's don't, or die trying Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath If it's it's don't, or die trying Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath If it's it's don't, or die trying Then you've opted for death
Compositores: Douglas Frost, Lewis Whiting, Lily Fontaine, Nicholas Eden