Lyrics to Spring Break ... Show Us Your Tits
You're going down in my book, #1 on my list
Next to the waitress from Canyon and the fox from Powersmoothie
Whisper your lies in my ears
Tell me you really care about how little my band is doing, and I'll tell you to walk away from that fool
Hey yo check this out:
The suite at the Miami Ambassador is growing fungus
The music we will make will be terrible
How did your eyes get so black?
Every time I'm staring you catch me
You're always dressed like a fetus when you're traveling through my thoughts
Drop me a hello when ever you like until then I'll be waiting here by my desk for you to float across, floating across the linoleum and pass me by again
Pass me by again for the 3rd time, you gold digging cunt (whore)
Come and get some if you want some
Oh, I love the way you ignore me
The music we will make will be terrible
(So goddam black) How did your eyes get so black?
Every time I'm staring you catch me
You're always dressed like a fetus when you're traveling through my thoughts
(Roaming thoughts)
Bitch, come and tie the knot
You'll be the death of me
Next to the waitress from Canyon and the fox from Powersmoothie
Whisper your lies in my ears
Tell me you really care about how little my band is doing, and I'll tell you to walk away from that fool
Hey yo check this out:
The suite at the Miami Ambassador is growing fungus
The music we will make will be terrible
How did your eyes get so black?
Every time I'm staring you catch me
You're always dressed like a fetus when you're traveling through my thoughts
Drop me a hello when ever you like until then I'll be waiting here by my desk for you to float across, floating across the linoleum and pass me by again
Pass me by again for the 3rd time, you gold digging cunt (whore)
Come and get some if you want some
Oh, I love the way you ignore me
The music we will make will be terrible
(So goddam black) How did your eyes get so black?
Every time I'm staring you catch me
You're always dressed like a fetus when you're traveling through my thoughts
(Roaming thoughts)
Bitch, come and tie the knot
You'll be the death of me
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