The opposite of luck Is the simplest form of bluff And the opposite bluff Is the smallest form of bust But if i try i can't let go And if i go i won't say no She tries to buy my lucky bluff and bust Standing on top Letting the time clock And i feel alone Until i let go
Anouck feels uptight makes her want to cry Makes her want to die Poor poor anouck she only 22 shes only 22 Anouck stands with you she does speak to you Knees up to her chest she could care less And anouck doesn't feel alright And i feel a little uptight And i can't understand what goes inside of her mind What wrong or right Anouck keeps inside she has a sneaky eye She sees the secret side Poor poor anouck shes slipping in the loop You see i can't stop you Anouck wants to hide she skips in a line hides behind a sign
Scrub down all that nasty scum Starch foams up from burning vaults Don't say no Alas i slash with random flow Dumpster slut you shot your luck Close that case and clean your face Trace back farms can blame your arms Shakem clowns and ups and downs Bums and chumps shake your tongue You've got cans of pure luck Take that number Last fake chance to hump that rump Take it now and run cramped up
Better sip it now better sit me down So i can feel around i see you one two one two Better sit me down don't turn around now Say good bye now say good night girl She can't go 'til i get to know her Close my door please oh my oh my
I don't mind the way she stares all day And if i wink she misses the next thing Then she motors her ears so she can hear And she wants to see me but she doesn't know where And she wants it and she's got it Now she has matted hair now she has mangled hair I have seen the difference in me But i don't want to hear it she has something on me I cannot wait to leave here i cannot wait to go Get away from it all get away from myself
Everything feels exactly the same My mediocrity of my privacy And all i need is a little a little thing called sexuality Got to nag the notion Even though my words may sound like habit I try and try and try to stop it I only thought of you yesterday I shouldn't have bothered to poke myself well anyway
Its you who broke down who wouldn't jump down A go-getter written in my letter There in the doorway you never told me At the end of my story you adore me Its you who take it back now Its you who meltdown At the end of my story its not like me
I faked the humming sucked down honey Ones preventing while the others coming Striking repeatedly and sleeping slightly While snowball waits snowball breaks It all snowballed Your humming eyes makes stewball lie And the offers made about this time In the upper arm snowball tries Snowball waits stewball breaks
Good evening i unzipped my skin Thankfully unscrewed my head Exactly as i always do when i prepare myself for bed And while i slept this co-co came as naked as could be He put on the skin and screwed on the head That once belonged to me Now that i have heard i'm doing things and saying things I never do or say i tickle the children and kick the men and Dance my lady all the way across my bed Get out of town you filthy clown