big trouble

whatever makes you tick, is what makes me crawl, through the mud, the blood and the mammaries, and the worst of it all, what have you seen my past, you shouldn't see, love me like each breath you use, and use me like you breathe, 'cause you make me feel, like a zombie, forever fall into pieces, all over your feet, woe is me, i'm a zombie, you look bodacious, in that guillotine, the way you look right through me, girl, it sucks me down the street, and i pray for days, when we're quarantined and squirreled away, 'cause one-on-one with you, it's like wounded outlaws on the run, and you make me feel, like a zombie, forever fall into pieces, all over your feet, woe is me, i'm a zombie, forever falling like peanut brittle, all over your skin, you walk like a man, but you talk like a fool, you strut like a stallion, but you hump like a mule, you walk like a man, but you talk like a fool, you strut like a stallion, but you walk like a mule, you walk like a man, but you talk like a fool, you strut like a stallion, but you hulk like a mule, well i'm a son of a gun, i'm the outcome of cum, the way i feel inside you, girl, i'm the bratwurst in your bun, and you make me feel, like a zombie