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