These Romantic Moments
Play this with your doo-wop band
Stop
trying
Give up
Stop
learning
You're
too dumb for this stuff
Stop
crying
Man up
Stop
squirming
We're
gonna fuck you up
(We're
gonna fuck you up)
Like
you've never been fucked before
Our
boots on your head
Your
tongue on the floor
Lay your
body down in the morgue
Or be
our whore
Stop
eating
Give in
Stop
dreaming
You'll
never have a friend
Stop
fighting
Drop
Stop
living
And
we'll fuck your corpse
(We're
gonna fuck you up)
Like
you've never been fucked before
Our
boots on your head
Your
tongue on the floor
Lay your
body down in the morgue
Or be
our whore
(We're
gonna fuck you up)
Like
you've never been fucked before
Our
boots on your head
Your
tongue on the floor
Lay your
body down in the morgue
Or be
our whore
At these
romantic moments
I wish
time would stop
Every
second is so precious
I wish
they would stop
I hear
that wishes don't come true
But I'm
certain that I'll rot
Someday
control will be taken from you
Then
we'll fuck you up
(We're
gonna fuck you up)
Like
you've never been fucked before
Our
boots on your head
Your
tongue on the floor
Lay your
body down in the morgue
Or be
our whore
(We're
gonna fuck you up)
Like
you've never been fucked before
Our
boots on your head
Your
tongue on the floor
Lay your
body down in the morgue
Or be
our whore
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