pizza sauce
Seamus
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Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Cannot roll with me if you don't already know I'm the type of guy who don't like to go where I don't need to I just stay in my room and I stow away the stowaways Under the floorboards, baby I'm maybe gonna hurt you pretty bad So don't get closer, Get closer No don't, Get out See, it's a little bit complicated I'm a piece of shit without an ultimatum I don't like tomatoes, in fact, I hate tomatoes But I like 'em in pizza sauce Oh, I've been living it up like I'm Diana Ross If you're looking for the leader, baby, I'm the boss Catch me when I'm falling from my tower Power, hour after hour I'ma make it feel louder in your eardrums Gonna rock you like a baby in the bass of the bass drum Kick it like I'm kicking in your tummy tum What? Baby, what is really going on behind me? Is it scary? Is it funny? Is it blinding? Does the drip work in the moment we are finding? Can you sound it out? Baby, what is really going on behind me? Is it really burning down so quick around me? Does my outfit look the part for being drowned in? When we get dragged out My god I got the swanging swag Of saggy bags of tag-alongs The jeans are tight, the shirts are baggy flannel ones I dress the best to impress atomic bombs And I freshly pressed to the press with the baddest bonds I fondly front the field of dressing sweet Like a frond of something tilled to sweeten tea I've moved on beyond the gills and missing feet Yeah, I've been soft enough to feel it through the sheet I pinch posh pink piggies lying on feets of the dudes Who choose to properly pickle beets without a bowl They're told to suckle the sugar needed It's a treat, treat I rinse, wash, drip, dry, and repeat I wear shoes so ruined that they barely fit on my feet Without a hole, they're old That doesn't mean they're defeated Cause they're neat, neat, they're neat To be a vagabond with sweaty palms The paddles gone around the bend, bend, bend To fend the phoney allegories, all the stories Path is drawn to end, end, end, end, end, end Defeat is what to read it is If words are really what it says When books and music are to art What pencils sharpeners are to pens It all depends on dividends and fashion trends And toxic friends to have defence against the loneliness That fends the pensive penning pens Of all the artists who work hardest Making widdled wires end, end, end, ay When to bend the trendy tense contenders music into art Offends the tons of tens of be-it friends Or enemies who start to get defensive When their gently tented egos start to spend a tender Render of a rip and sip the ends of better lips, It's bittersweet Or so it seems to be to me The story lends itself to quips, whips Lashings of the tongue, his drip It is so drastic at this young Baby, what is really going on behind me? Is it scary? Is it funny? Is it blinding? Does the drip work in the moment we are finding? Can you sound it out? Baby, what is really going on behind me? Is it really burning down so quick around me? Does my outfit look the part for being drowned in? When we get dragged out
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