Bone Machine


You were working Japanese fast food
And I drop you off at your Japanese lover’s
And you go to the beach all day
You’re so pretty when you’re unfaithful to me
You’re so pretty when you’re unfaithful to me
You’re looking like
You’ve got some sun
Your blistered lips
Have got a kiss that tastes a bit like everyone
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Your bone’s got a little machine
You’re the bone machine
I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss
He bought me a soda
He bought me a soda
He bought me a soda and tried to molest me in the parking lot
I make you pray
You make me hard
Your Irish skin
Looks Mexican
Our love is rice and beans and horse’s lard
Your bone’s got a little machine
You’re the bone machine

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