Well, someone liked my girl and 
I, I don't mean 
Nose picking soapbox some which just stand 
I'll chafe red from scratching from the fleas 
The couch that came to call me as she steps on me 
Something about her that would melt a man 
I'm not hitting in streaks 
But I sure nail some ass 
Well I was about to touch myself when 
When I get nice 
All the coal could turn to pure water 
Peering out bug eyes 
I board the air express, yeah, well 
I'm real clean 
Real filth in tired matches 
It can't be seen 
Yeah, puts up and milks it 
He's gotta look out 
Randy little bastard skipping stars just to get to me 
Something wrong with the steps of man 
Think I'll go down to 
Roswell and get me an alien hand 
Can I push you over my knee 
But it's not enough for your insipid ass 
I found dead insects and cockbull 
Last time you left with that yellow trash 
Her mind can't budge, she sees a frigid ass 
Yeah Repaint the lines 
So you believe the stuff raid 
Repaint the lines 
So you believe the mistake