Queers, The

Uncouth
Excuse my French I think I swore I called your mom a dirty whore Pardon me I think I farted Please don't think that I'm retarded Mercy me I think I puked Please don't let that get you spooked Just overlook that I'm a mess While I run my hands up your dress I'm uncouth (x4) Holy cow I stole your car Letras de cancionesI burned the seats with my cigar Kiss my ass, I hate your guts I may be rude, but I'm not nuts I'm sorry baby but that's just the way it has to be When we first fucked I told you get the hell away from me With all my stupid bullshit You haven't had enough To get fucked up the ass each night It must be fucking tough I'm uncouth (x4) From Letras Mania