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
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 11:31 AM UTC
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
Written November 6th
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