Yeah Let's get to fuckin' on the bunkbed Keep your voice low low I need that pussy for the fixing Baby be my first aid Rip my band aids off I need to stop the reminiscing And I'll say She got that good good She Michael Jackson bad She got me aching for her love drug Percocet I hope my roomie ain't awake yet either Falling in love ain't fever Let's get the beanbags ready again Seven hours in the back room And if your friends getting worried again I'll tell them off if I have to Let's get to fuckin on the bunkbed Keep your voice low low I need that pussy for the fixing Baby be my first aid Rip my band aids off I need to stop the reminiscing And I'll say Tell me it's good show me good time Hollywood dreams where I would shine And I tell you that I should by now And you tell me that I could right now This could your best song, no really I told my momma you should be on the telly Let's get you there and she'll be on the couch Cup of tea on her hand But I hope she understands Why we Fuckin' on the bunkbed Keep your voice low low I need your loving for the fixing And baby be my first aid Rip my band aids off I need to stop the reminiscing And I'll say