Lyrics

I may not be high fashion But I'm fetching in faded denim And sing with a passion I may not live in a mansion But I got chat like your Nani And I fill out my man skin So I throw my hat in the ring Worm trap and pass go It's a thing you chew and chew but never swallow It's narrow And shallow At home I live with a question But I'm bold as the ocean When I'm out on a mission Tension, release and tension Endless Arkanoid, a life Devoid of dimension But six week stretches of Lecherous glances Have led much wiser Ones than me to plunge Once in the sea of any Stranger who passes Oh, it ain't what I need at all But you said not to call And in my griеf It feels like relief Until tomorrow No, it ain't what I need at all It's lеading my clearness on To move improperly It's throwing my forces off I may not be high fashion But I showered at the Sheraton My socks are matching Gum gut gizzards of The man of the actions In the club trying to talk over The music that's blasting Get your best local dish Already finished the rations Ímbiss of the penis Man, the damage is lasting You're better for fasting Yeah, it ain't what I need at all But you said "Please don't call" And in my grief It feels like relief Until tomorrow No, it ain't what I need at all It's leading my clearness on To move improperly It's throwing my forces off Mile tall wall Sin Imperial I may not be high fashion But I'm disarming in horn rim And I sing with a passion I may not be Ted Danson But feel free to keep drinking While the tickets are lasting Born in a tenement And perish no pension Under many penny weight Of my own expansion *Damn son!* Is that better than the premise you planned on? It ain't what I need at all But you told me not to call And in my grief It feels like relief Until tomorrow No, it ain't what I need at all It's leading my clearness on To move improperly It's throwing my forces off I built this wall Sin Imperial