1. |
Discharge
03:39
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Behold: my domestic majesty
Take heed: these honeyed rolls on which you feed.
So lay back down and do as you are told
While I discharge my mental load
You say you'd like to help, it's nice you do
But know there are things I just can't delegate to you
So lay down, face up, let this bloom unfold
While I discharge my mental load
Thanks for all that you do around here
You really put the work in darling, and I want you to know that I notice
But sometimes, once in a while, if I'm gonna enjoy myself
Don't bother - I'm just gonna do it myself
Stay still!
Hold on!
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2. |
Love Love
02:52
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Mmm there's some choice beefcake walking down the boardwalk today
Sun's out, guns out, right boys?
Oo - you got a smile for mama there, handsome?
Hooo hooo good gravy buddy, you got some messed up teeth!
But ooo they make a dirty, pretty, mouth
Oh it's been a long long lonely cold winter
Why don't we take this party down south
And fall in love
Let's fall in love
Come on now let's fall in love
I wanna, I wanna fall in love with you
Ooo I like a man with a touch of B.O.
It means you're not too picky - baby, that's how I roll
But just some kind of permaculture anarchist please
You know that lefty left shit gets me down on my knees
Let's fall in love
I wanna fall in love
Love love love love love love love
I got room for you professionals, too
If you're a doctor or a lawyer, hey baby, that's cool
But I live most my heart way down in the dirt
Scrounge for change with me baby, let's get that good good hurt
And fall in love
Let's fall in love
I like you let's fall in love
I've got nothing better to do than fall in love
Love love love love love love love love love
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3. |
Holy, Holy Intro
00:34
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Hail sacred Mary, mother of the fucking Christ
Full and dripping with grace
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4. |
Holy Holy
03:35
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I want all of my love to be full of god
By which I mean, may it be holy
By which I mean, I'm so full of holes
By which I mean, god fill the holes
Holy holy wound of woman
Wound that will never heal
God fill the aching gash with your big love
So that I can feel you
I want all of my love to be full of god
By which I mean may it be holy
I've got plenty of room, god, so gimme all three
Father, son, holy ghost, yeah that hot trinity
Holy holy wound of woman
Wound that will never heal
God fill the throbbing gash with your big love
So that I can feel you
Holy holy wound of woman
Wound that will never heal
God fill the aching gash with your big love
So that I can feel you
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5. |
Biz Caj
03:51
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Get out that new suit
Tuck in that fresh blouse
Grab your Thermos, baby
It's time to leave the house
Biz Caj
Biz Caj
Get those spreadsheets ready
Like the boss lady said you should
Circle back about those emails, mama
You write 'em so so good
Biz Caj
Biz Caj
Keep your eyes up, Kevin
This sweet titty meat ain't for you
We're in the motherfucking workplace, dumb dumb
I've got a lot of fucking shit to do
Biz Caj
Biz Caj
Unhook your bra mama
It's been a long day
Put on your comfy clothes
Take the dog out to play
Pour yourself a glass of wine, honey
And put something in the microwave
In the microwave
This life leaves scars that you can't see
Another business casualty
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6. |
Sleepin' With The Band
01:54
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Hey baby, you seem pretty smart
But do you like me, or are you in it for the art?
Boyfriend producer, mentor seducer
I need you to understand: I'm not sleeping with the band
Hey baby I like the way you play
Maybe you wanna come over to my house and like, jam someday
Aw, thanks, I appreciate it, I would not like a glass of wine
I think you're looking for a girlfriend, which, you know, I mean, is fine
But understand, Dan: I'm not sleeping with the band
I need you to understand, man: I'm not sleeping with the band.
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7. |
Slut
01:58
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Did you know
Your mom's a slut
And I like her better for it
She's a slut
And sucks dick cuz she adores it
She'll suck it or lick it lord knows she ain't picky
She's a slut slut slut slut slut slut slut
Your mom's a slut
Go on, put on the kettle
She's a slut
Puts the pedal to the metal
Can't slow her down all over town
She's a slut slut slut slut slut slut slut
Your mom's a slut
And she sets a good example
She's a slut
Never buy before you sample
Don't let it go to waste everybody gets a taste
She's a slut slut slut slut slut slut slut
Your mom's a slut
I wanna be just like her fine self
She's a slut
Living life from off the top shelf
Shows a little ass when she's driving you to class
She'll suck it or lick it lord knows she ain't picky
Shows a little ass when she's driving you to class
Don't let it go to waste everybody gets a taste
She's a slut slut slut slut slut slut slut
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8. |
Finger Me
02:15
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Finger me gently
In the back of your Bently
Just kidding, it's a Toyota
But I don't care one iota
Just finger me to completion
Extract my honeyed excretions
Of love, of love
Hey, you busy? Can you come over?
Right now. Yeah now! Well, get on your bike!
Come over to my house
With clean hands and a filthy mouth
All swelled up like a crescent
Admire my gorgeous tumescence
Digital intussusception
Stage one preparation
For love glorious love dirty love holy love virgin whore love love love
Finger me gently
Till it's time to finger me not so gently
You'll have to follow my lead
Cuz we're gonna be changing speeds
Finger me to completion
Get soaked in my excretions
Of love
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9. |
Oh Yeah
02:08
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Rev your bike for me baby outside the school dance
Looking for a little heavy metal romance
None of these boys do it for me like you
With your big black boots and your skull tattoo
Light a smoke for me baby in the parking lot
I don't even smoke but like it or not
I'd take a whole lot of bad to get to your good
You make me so tired of doing what I should
Oh yeah
So cue up some Boris
And I'll sing a chorus
You can sing along
Just a couple of leather delinquents
Getting all turned on
Oh yeah
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10. |
I Like U
03:37
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I like you so much, I got to do you in my dreams
We have a good time in my mind
I like you so much, but baby what's it all mean
Nothing, probably nothing
You're making me worry about what I'm gonna wear
It's not like me
It's making me stress about my clothes and my hair
I just wanna look pretty
And when I'm around you I can't help but stare right at you
I like you like you like you like you
I like you so much, but baby what's it all mean
I like you so much
Baby baby baby
What do you like to do for fun?
You're making me nervous every time I try to speak
I'm usually really funny
I want you to both look and not look at me
And when I'm around you oh can't you see me sweat babe?
I like you so much
Come over, I don't know, we can see how it goes
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11. |
Head
03:11
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You'd better tell me about your politics
Before I go and get a whiff of that dick, buddy
You'd better tell me who you voted for
I'm not kidding
Take me right into the boys' room stall
Right above the toilet up against the wall
Talk down to me
I'm just a liberal whore
Bring me your head
I want your head
Bring me your head
I want your head
What were you thinking, there, checking me out
Were you wondering, what's her master's thesis all about
Thinking, hey, that girl's got a pretty nice degree
Sure do
Or was it a little more bass than that?
Don't worry, I'm gonna let you put your face in that
Cuz I think this is where you and I can agree
Bring me your head
Bring me your head
I want your head
Bring me your head
I know I know we're roiling in sociopolitical divides
But right now I want you to worry about getting inside
Cuz you know what, baby, all cats are grey in the dark
I know we both got a lot to say
But right now I need to know: is your neck okay?
Cuz with this kind of friction we're bound to make a spark
BURN IT DOWN
HEAD
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