Something about the way you taste
Makes me want to clear my throat
There's a message to your movements
That really gets my goat
I looked for sniffy linings
But you're rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more
Got a gut feeling
Centered 'round long time ago
On your ability to torment
Then you took your tongs of love
And stripped away my garment
Got a gut feeling

Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Oh move it up and down now
Oh move it all around now

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