I can only get it up for you It doesn't work for any other girl I can only get it up for you Introduce a demonic symbol A bayonet to the ear, yes that's perfect Make me over meta human You asymmetrical editors to fantasies of slave uprisings I'll try to match your enthusiasm for Franco-diversions I put down my book at a disturbing chapter It put the feather in my mind but it's not what I'm after I'm just looking for some mystic inspiration Caution flag, accident ahead The tank in my visionaries blocked out half the sound We are blind to our pillars until they lift our independence Caution me if I'm going back to the minor keys Still I await your long exposure I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream If you really cared about me You wouldn't flirt with my parole officer No, you wouldn't scratch my Isaac Hayes Now my cock is so torn up about it Yeah my cock is so torn up about it And I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream If you really cared about me You wouldn't hide my stash You wouldn't flush my Billy Gee Williams And my cock is so torn up about it Yeah my cock is so torn up about it Now my cock is so torn up about it Yeah my cock is so torn up about it And I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream Sold my favourite kid into slavery Sold my most beloved child to the street Everybody hated me for it but they don't even count Why should I care how they feel When they're not even cool to me It's a party It's a party There ain't nobody here but me There ain't nobody here but me It's a party Yeah, It's a party There ain't nobody here but me All my friends are sick at home watching tv It's a party Yeah, yeah, it's a party