Whatever makes you tick Is what makes me crawl Through the mud, the blood, and the mammaries And the worst of it all
Well have you seen my past You shouldn't see (woof) Love me like each breath you use And use me like you breathe 'Cause you make me feel
Like a zombie
Well I could fall into pieces All over your feet
Woe is me I'm a zombie
You look bodacious In that guillotine The way you look right through me, girl It sucks me down the street
And I pray for this When we're quarantined and squirreled away 'Cause one-on-one with you It's like wounded outlaws on the run And you make me feel
Like a zombie
And I could fall into pieces All over your feet
Woe is me I'm a zombie
(?) falling like peanut brittle All over your skin
You walk like a man But you talk like a fool You strut like a stallion But you hump like a mule
You walk like a man But you talk like a fool You strut like a stallion But you fuck like a mule
Well I'm a son of a gun I'm the (?) of cunt The way I fit inside you, girl I'm the bratwurst in your bun And you make me feel
Like a zombie
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