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We're deviants we need this shit
Ups, downs, imbetweenisists
We're deviants we need this shit
Ups, downs, imbetweenisists

She flicks it
She kicks it
She jibs it
She licks it
Repeats it
She treats it
She greets it
And eats it
And crunch it
And munch it
And squeeze it
Bunch it and loose it
Abuse it and chews it
And spews it

Hey Shaun, have you got the number of a guy with some?
Sure Mick,let me tell you this I got tons of em'
Think you got room for gun my son?
What do you think I'am a Fucking deviant
Hey Shaun, have you got the number of a guy with some?
Let me tell you this I got tons of em'
Well use the phone and get the guy to come
What do you think I'am a Fucking deviant

Pedal to the metal with the devil on the dash
Fender bender chasing and I'm running out of gas
Roll another cigarette and order up some smack
Been fishing for the faces and I caught it pat
Raping, pillaging burning down the villages
Don't say nothing til' I give you permission
Engine shot when it low on fumes,
Engine shot with a sharp-shooting cowboy in my rear view

Hey Mickey D. hope you got that keys
You mean the one with highs and lows up his sleeves
Mickey D. hope you got a dirty bird for me
Hey, I hope you think my kid sisters' sweet
Hey Mickey D. hope you got that keys
You mean the one with highs and lows up his sleeves
Who cares if you think my kid sisters sweet

We're deviants we need this shit
Ups, downs, imbetweenisists
We're deviants we need this shit
Ups, downs, imbetweenisists

She banged it
And shaved it
And shagged it
And scragged it
Nosed it & eyed it
Spunked it & dried it
She lost it & squashed it
Groped it & boshed it
Well it may have looked like a juicy to Jellybean
But I didn't half smile.

Hey Shaun,didn't you say you had numbers for
a guy or two,
Well sure,let me check the bib I've got tons of em'
Are you gonna get us a guy to come
What do you think I'm a fucking deviant
Hey Shaun,didn't you say you had numbers for
a guy to come
Well sure,let me check the bib I've got tons of em'
If I give em' a call, do you think there'll come
What do you think I am a fucking deviant

Love is the air (It's everywhere)

We're deviantxs
We're deviants we need this shit   Ups, downs, imbetweenisists   We're deviants we need this shit   Ups, downs, imbetweenisists      She flicks it   She kicks it   She jibs it   She licks it   Repeats it   She treats it   She greets it   And eats it   And crunch it   And munch it   And squeeze it   Bunch it and loose it   Abuse it and chews it   And spews it      Hey Shaun, have you got the number of a guy with some?   Sure Mick,let me tell you this I got tons of em'   Think you got room for gun my son?   What do you think I'am a Fucking deviant   Hey Shaun, have you got the number of a guy with some?   Let me tell you this I got tons of em'   Well use the phone and get the guy to come   What do you think I'am a Fucking deviant      Pedal to the metal with the devil on the dash   Fender bender chasing and I'm running out of gas   Roll another cigarette and order up some smack   Been fishing for the faces and I caught it pat   Raping, pillaging burning down the villages   Don't say nothing til' I give you permission   Engine shot when it low on fumes,   Engine shot with a sharp-shooting cowboy in my rear view      Hey Mickey D. hope you got that keys   You mean the one with highs and lows up his sleeves   Mickey D. hope you got a dirty bird for me   Hey, I hope you think my kid sisters' sweet   Hey Mickey D. hope you got that keys   You mean the one with highs and lows up his sleeves   Who cares if you think my kid sisters sweet      We're deviants we need this shit   Ups, downs, imbetweenisists   We're deviants we need this shit   Ups, downs, imbetweenisists      She banged it   And shaved it   And shagged it   And scragged it   Nosed it & eyed it   Spunked it & dried it   She lost it & squashed it   Groped it & boshed it   Well it may have looked like a juicy to Jellybean   But I didn't half smile.      Hey Shaun,didn't you say you had numbers for   a guy or two,   Well sure,let me check the bib I've got tons of em'   Are you gonna get us a guy to come   What do you think I'm a fucking deviant   Hey Shaun,didn't you say you had numbers for   a guy to come   Well sure,let me check the bib I've got tons of em'   If I give em' a call, do you think there'll come   What do you think I am a fucking deviant      Love is the air (It's everywhere)      We're deviantxs
 
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