LYRICS GALORE

THE BAD TOUCH  

Sweat, baby, sweat, sex is a Texas, drought me,
And you do the kinda stuff that only Prince would sing about.
So put your hands down by pants, and I'll bet you'll feel nuts,
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert, and your getting two thumbs up.
You've had enough of two-hand-touch, you want it rough, your out of bounds,
I want you smothered, want you covered like my waffle hounds hashbrowns.
cook it, FX Aborigine affects, just like Coca Cola stock,
you are inclined to make me rise an hour early just like daylight savings time.
Do it now...

Chorus:
You and me, baby ain't nothing but mammals, so let's,
Do it like they do on the Discovery Channel, do it again now,
You and me, baby ain't nothing but mammals, so let's,
Do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.

Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket,
With the lost catacombs of Egypt, only god knows where we stuck it.
Hieroglyphics, let me be specific, I wanna be down in your south seas,
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean needs small prep advisory.
So if I capsize and it flies high tide, 85 and you sunk my battleship,
Please turn me on I'm Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip.
So show me yours, I'll show you mine, Tool Time, your lovely just like Lyle,
And then we'll do it doggy-style so we can both watch X-Files.
Do it now...

Chorus x 3

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