Single Cell Ego

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Her ego Weighs about a metric ton And makes her really self conscious I don't wanna hold out your gun My chivalry is being held hostage Your funeral parlor's packed But I have general admission It's a pit full of dead air I need to see a medical physician But I can't afford the medicare So I die in your arms, wrong Falsehood (of), skin talk (beauty) Hair dye (yeah), liposuction (bakesales), silicone She had a single cell ego in the form Of her decomposed libido which was like that of A single (?del gringo?), the door to her heart Has a big enough key hole during screwing She would need to get her hair pulled, she'd snarl and growl As if she was a werewolf, oh, I used to Be (?), she'd even let me hit On the hood of her car, she could lure Any men into a zoom, and make them think there's a water fountain In the middle of a sand dune, to get her, you forget everything Even if you were one of the last Christians, she'd usually fuck with Mated with the state of masochism, beautiful siren You would have to find the bridesmaid because we have A different family that I've made from a hole of a different protoplasm All these women have multiple orgasms on their back bone I'm a Pegasus, horseback rider-verse A product endorsed black spider, my whore Moon, stay course and trap driver, she'll have Me for main course and appetizer, when I propose they don't want me back That's why I befriend hoes and scrawny rats Don't touch me I'm a hypochondriac Um, could you pick up my dry clothes from the laundromat I don't drive over in my Pontiac, so you'll burn body fat Trying to catch me My love for her was a neurosurgeon Cut up my brain's frontal lobe And turning my sensibilities Into that of a disgruntled toad Only one of us (?calm enough coming home?) And in my humble abode a women says she'll put it up (?) She expected me to wait on her one hand and foot And would it take into account all the monumental input So I thought did I want to be in love Or did I want to invent With one I'd have an expressional outlet With the other I'm just a sexual house pet
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