You can dress up your **** all you want babe

It's still gonna stink all the same



You can change your apparel

from your old hobbies, become sterile

you can even change your own name



But we know now,

what's really inside you



Those demons

do gleam in the light



The curtain is torn now

you wolf in sheeps clothing

now its

good ol' fashion


fight

or

flight



And you say fightin'

it ain't quite your style



And the good lord knows,

you'd rather stay a while


So I guess you might change


But babe really what's change

when you just speak it

and stay just the same



Either way

If you gave me a chance

I likely would buy in


I can't hardly talk

or think

when you are smilin


Your beauty,

my darling,

is blindin'


but don't you think

your **** don't stink