I'm frosted by the mouth so I'm talking with my tongue
From gulf back to Antoine I swank and I swung
No peeing off the head and no boob having fun
Just copped a air dog and laced it up with bullhorns
And threw candy paint choppers on a stretch of Yukon
When chucking off the deuce like Keith Peter * Don
I'm out blind * on the ring
And
if I squashed the neck of the sea
I don't have time to think of you
And if it's not really the same I don't have time to think of you
I don't have
time I
don't have time
I don't have time
My theory is to forget To want to say that maybe
I would still love you often enough
I
don't have time to think of that
I don't have
Time
I don't have
I don't have time
I don't
have time
I don't have time
I don't have time
I don't have time