Bone Machine

This is a song for carol

Your into japanese fastfood

And i drop you off with your japanese lover

And you're going to the beach all day

You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me

You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me



You're looking like

You've got some sun

Your blistered lips

Have got a kiss

The days are lit like everyone

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh



Your bones got a little machine

You're the bone machine



I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss

He bought me a soda

He bought me a soda

He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot

Yep, yep yep yep!



I make you break

You make me hard

Your irish skin *

Looks mexican

Our love is rice and beans and horses lard

Your bones got a little machine

You're the bone machine



Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh  (3x)

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh



* : "irish" should be "island" (i.e. "your island skin looks mexican"), as in

One of the islands of the caribbean (submitted by brian gallagher)


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