Hang On To Your Iq lyrics
Chinese masseuse, comes between us
Talks in haikus, plastic venus. Got a headrush, in her pocket Two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket Hang on, hang on To your iq, to your I'd Hang on, hang on To your iq, to your I'd I'm lonely Every morning, my eyes will open wide I gotta get high, before I go outside. Roll another, for breakfast Burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus. Hang on, hang on To your iq, to your I'd Hang on, hang on To your iq, to your I'd I'm lonely Legs eleven, makes me stay up late Two fat ladies on my back, and now it's eighty eight. I'm a fool, whose tool is small It's so miniscule, it's no tool at all. Hang on, hang on To your iq, to your I'd Hang on, hang on I'm lonely Oh.
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