Two Guys (For Every Girl)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Peaches] Come over here, hot boys, don't you worry I'm nice Have you ever heard about a woman named Heidi Fleiss? I got a lusty proposition that I know will suffice Let me lay out the conditions that I know will entice I wanna take you home, get you satisfied Drugged out, sexed up, however you fly Just one thing I can't compromise I wanna see you work it guy on guy I wanna see you, boys, get down with each other I wanna see you do your little nasty brother Just one thing I can't compromise I wanna see you work it guy on guy, on guy, guy, guy, guy, guy, guy, guy, guy [Chorus: Beth Ditto, Beth Ditto & Peaches] Two guys for every girl, every girl Two guys for every girl, every girl [Verse 2: Peaches] Once you, boys, get started, you'll be at it for hours Come on boys, I know you're not that coward Just remember, an ass is an ass So roll all over, have yourselves a blast [Pre-Chorus] Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid to lap up the Venus Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid to fill up my bag Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid to be a whip freak But it's time for the brothers to take a pass [Chorus: Beth Ditto, Beth Ditto & Peaches] Two guys for every girl, every girl Two guys for every girl, every girl Two guys for every girl, every girl Two guys for every girl, every girl [Verse 3: Peaches] Working both bones and I'm not in the set I'm waiting while you're lickin', suckin', breakin' a sweat Just when you realize there's nothing left to regret Move on over, number one's about to rock it I'll slink in when you boys are in a French knot We play a game it's like you're gonna get caught That's the time you're gonna get so damn hot You wanna see my pussy pop-pop-pop-pop? [Pre-Chorus] I'll be hittin' your bottom, you'll be blowing your top Hittin' bottom, blowing your top Hittin' bottom, blowing your top Hittin' bottom, blowing your top [Chorus: Beth Ditto, Beth Ditto & Peaches] Two guys for every girl, every girl Two guys for every girl, every girl [Verse 4: Peaches] No-no-no, baby, I ain't carrying mace Did you feel something just spray in your face? [Bridge] He's covered in marmalade He's covered in marmalade He's covered in marmalade He's covered in marmalade [Pre-Chorus] Slappin' those dicks all over the place Rubbin' that shit all up in your face Slappin' those dicks all over the place Rubbin' that shit all up in your face [Chorus: Beth Ditto, both, Peaches] Two guys for every girl, every girl Two guys for every girl, every girl Two guys for every girl, every girl Two guys for every girl, every girl [Outro: Peaches, Peaches & Beth Ditto] Slappin' those dicks all over the place Rubbin' that shit all up in your face Slappin' those dicks all over the place Rubbin' that shit all up in your face Slappin' those dicks all over the place Rubbin' that shit all up in your face Slappin' those dicks all over the place Rubbin' that shit all up in your face Up in your face, up in your face, up in your face, up in your face Up in your face, up in your face, up in your face, up in your face