The Ghost with the Most

Lyrics

[Intro] We held down miles of my own vomit Just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town (Maybe no one hugged me enough as a child Or maybe some one did too much) [Verse] Complain to the scissors, bite the skirt sleeve Let's see the look on your face when I make it work If every woman was a continent, I would be Napoleon Yeah, your body's the sea that I wish to navigate Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah I wanna be the superb qualities to your Three-pronged fingertips Like the K-9 nose to your crotch I want to watch you undress through the keyhole [?] Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah