Lynk Lee
CONNECTICUTS FOR FUCKING
We live in the dullest statePackage stores all close at eightMalls are full of optometristsAnd restaurants we hateSwimming across Lake QuassapaugStealing makeup, catching frogsCutting our feet on broken bottlesAs we wade in the ShepaugIt’s true for horses, cows and dogs…Connecticut’s for fuckingThat’s all there is to do.I love to listen to classic rockand have sex with you.Doing hole shots at the mallWriting Ozzy on a wallWatch the corn get tallThere’s nothing else to do at all.Goin’ where we always goDoin’ what we always doWaitin’ to turn into the peopleWe are bound to turn into.What else do other people do?Letras de cancionesConnecticut’s for fuckingIt’s the Nutmeg stateIf we can’t afford to buy antiquesthen we just copulateConnecticut’s for fuckingAnd Massachusetts tooI want to climb up the sleepy giantand have sex with you.Up in FairfieldIn Old LymeWe’re just fucking all the time.Out in DerbyDown in KentWe’re all busy getting bentIn the Constitution State.Connecticut’s for fuckingWhile we’re waiting toTurn into the peopleeveryone here turns into.Connecticut’s for fucking.There’s nothing else to do.I wanna listen to classic rock and have sex with you.We all love to fuck in Connecticut.We’re all getting fucked in Connecticut.Let’s fuck!
From Letras Mania