Push-Pull Lyrics

Uneven odds, erotic message
Opening in the cinderblock
In the twilight, get the camera quick, because my lamp is dim
This lit-glow torch can't go the distance

Don't let him polish the bill of rights
With his sandpaper and a jealous grudge
She's no traitor, she's just bathing and besides get out of here!
Your confused pilgrim's an indian giver