Gang of $

Hey Mr. Dancing, my drink is on a short leash
 My mouth is a cold sore display case
 Here's a tip, you could take a lot of abuse
 If you exchange your skin for leather
 All over town they've got these like messenger girls
 That ride around on inner tubes
 Their asses are all scraped up
 Their eyes cold kick me off the bus y'all
 One honey donut and your lips are stuck to the seat
 You close the door on
 My machine girl, woh, you laugh a lot and run around
 I'm out of fun and stuck here, down
 My machine girl, woh, you laugh a lot and run around
 I'm out of fun and stuck here, down
 Another tempting tail in the back
 The ghost of my mom is in the telephone
 Look at that blind evil Rapunzel
 Taking care of the guy who beat her up
 Ooh, I hope you call soon nothing's right
 I cab it to the bathtub
 Sugar and wine, a dozen sharks
 And a bar of soap, of course
 One honey donut and your lips are stuck to the seat
 You close the door on
 My machine girl, woh, you laugh a lot and run around
 I'm out of fun and stuck here, down
 My machine girl, woh, you laugh a lot and run around
 I'm out of fun and stuck here, down