Fishin' For Hookers

Caught you
Sniffing my boxers
Who the fuck does that at Red Lobster
Creepy like when Tom Cruise laughs
That's how your finger felt in my ass

I'm gonna come to your house on a back of a horse with a bunch of villagers carrying torches, most of whom dislike monsters like you girl

The way your kisses tasted
Skeeve me the hell out like shitting naked
Why would I wanna stay friends
Rather get raped by clowns again

I'm gonna come to your house on a back of a horse with a bunch of villagers carrying torches, most of whom dislike monsters like you girl (2)

I rub the lotion on my skin or else I get the hose again