Shake Is For 8th Graders

Voice 1: «What happened to your shine?»
Voice 2: «I used to have a shine, huh.»
Voice 1: «And what happened to it?»
Voice 2: «Well, what kind of shine was it?»
Beneath you drips my type
I’ll keep tabs on her wardrobe especially
if the negligent negligee slips ever so gently
off the slip of her ass
A letter picked, jaundiced and paved
your cheap spurs are only swelling with age
I won’t get Tourettes if you don’t get Tourettes
I won’t get Tourettes if you don’t get to rest
Voice 1: «So what happened to your shine?»
Voice 2: «I guess it disappeared… uh, thanks to you.»
Voice 1: «Why me?»
Voice 2: «I don’t know, 'cause you’re the one that only mentions it.»
I haven’t heard a groan like that
since jailbait bars came blessed with rugs
I’ll wrap this lightpost round your devoted staff
I haven’t heard a groan like that
since jailbait bars came blessed with rugs
came their sighs of twisting cables
To have deflected their charms
I am unable to be listed in your regards
if you hurry home I might prevent those scars
A stretch of nothingness on stationary mangled when
the sleepy wheels rolled 6am so early in the morning