Guineapigs Lyrics

Iwas workingwith a hundredthousand guineapigs todayand I'm pretty surethat none of them will surviveand I've killedso many guineapigs in oh so many waysbut I still love you doubt is lurkingin a hundredthousand limericks these daysand I'm prettywoman sureit messes up you rlifeso you jugglewith the struggle of the gossip that you smuggleyeah I still love youstill love youjumble up and bumble,on the bathfloor tiles,through the silverfish that rumblefor your dandruff late at nightdandruff fightslate at nightI was flirtingwith a hundredthousand fireants todayand I'm pretty tightly tied with fishing-lineand my mouth and ears and nostrilseven the pants are hosting antsbut I still love youyeah I still love youjumble up and bumble,on the bathfloor tiles,through the silverfish that rumblefor your dandruff late at nightdandruff lightlate at nightdandruff fightslate at nightpretty weird my pretty dreamspretty hard and so exstingingly stupidsinging like there's ringingly no-onedingelidingdingdongdongdingelidingdingdongdongthey come back and diejumble up and bumble,on the bathfloor tiles,through the silverfish that rumblefor your dandruff late at nightdandruff lightlate at nightdandruff fightslate at nightso if you think that you're extremethen how come that you don't know ween?the girl who don't know weenand who don't mind to see themdancing with the dandruffyou don't mind to see themdancing with the dandruff late at nightand see them dancing with the dandruff late at night.