Think Dirty out Loud

Lyrics

[Intro: Cory Lockwood] To the fish in the sea, put your mouths on my hook If I'm soft, will you give me the Medusa look? Well, your dress lit the floor on fire when it touched So my little black book, how it shook, how it shook How it shook-shook-shook-shook-shook-shook-shook-shook [Verse 1: Kurt Travis & Cory Lockwood] I heard that sometimes you like to suffocate Cry out to me, oh, won't you please Speak to me, oh (Great Dane while I ride the main vein) When I write about you, honey, oh, the ink just runs off the page Wow, what subject matter, but by no means be (Flattered by there's bruises on their legs) [Verse 2: Cory Lockwood] What a clever trick Drop in with a bowl of cherries, telling me I have to pick But how could you not see the locks on the door? There's no turning back You'll get all that you wanted and more So pick up the rope and wear it If your friends want the noose, will you share it? [Verse 3: Kurt Travis & Cory Lockwood] Ooh, baby, you just don't do me right Maybe we can try one more time Put your spine right on the dotted line Ring around the right posy, woesy and whimsy wireline That's just about the right time to make you mine, all mine Time and energy, all for nothing I should've listened to my intuition Now I'm stuck under the floorboards But they're splitting as you're stripping down to Vines and melody, they surround you Sometimes I wonder if your trap really worked Are you the remedy? Sensual medicine? If so, prep the patient for a long shot [Bridge: Cory Lockwood & Kurt Travis] Lay down where you please, on your back La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la I am the dog drooling tar on the nape of your neck I eat emotional wrecks and yours is the best [Outro: Cory Lockwood & Kurt Travis] You know I tried, you know I tried I've got a pocketful of dark, black pickup lines I've got a pocketful of dark, black pickup lines I've got a pocketful of dark, black pickup lines That I want to spill down the well of your throat Like a pile of ants in an alien line to see what they do To see what they find, will you just let them decline? I spiked both our drinks with a gallon of ink Now I'm writing a novel from your insides We're a spider with our limbs doing anything but walking A conversation with our mouths doing anything but talking Hey, take off the rope You've worn it, and after all, it was boring I think I'm falling asleep