Buke and Gass
Bundletuck
These days you're waking up in a bundle of orgasmThese days your jism lines all the windows in your kitchenI found my heaven stocked in a medical waiting roomEach patient plastered, sleeveless and leaving before they're calledI know you're searching for something less psychologicalThose days are gone so long oh well son of a gunWas tired, weak and frail in the belly of your whaleWe tried suction speak in a vacuum with a leakGet out my guide and on the way I find the best places to stayWaking on the east-bound side and easy feeling overly westWasting all our time under the gun of ambiguity againThese days you're waking up in a bundle of orgasmThese days your wisdom lines all the windows in your kitchenI found my heaven stocked in a mating room wedicalI know you're searching for something less psychological
From Letras Mania