Hardsores

I don't know what you want You and your silly stomp You shake your back for me Then wish that you were dead And every single time You blow your silly mind With more laughing glue I don't know who you are I don't see any proof You got a filthy trick Then get a filthy dick And every time you wait You have to masturbate Oh, you know it well Wait, don't stop! And now I'm done with this And it's so viscious You criticize my view Then criticize my 'tude But there's just one thing That I'm interested in, Oh, what's into you!