Fuck Yer Brains Out

And the last time we played for cherries you said you’d go down
And in the same breath saw the BVD release spring to life
In chasing skirt, you’re amateur to my bravado and poise
But it’s from your lips, «Take out my tits and tell me what you want…»
Three fingers, maybe four, maybe the front seat or the floor
Fellating is a task with my intentions up yer ass
Guess you never knew I knew you’d ask me to fuck yer brains out