Eating like sumo
Sumo anorexic
Prancing with stale wind
French kissing bedspread
Moving like cement
Aging like raisin
Talking with rabbits
Rabbits turn to old men
Old men turn to closets
Closets to prison doors
Conversing with porn
Hands up the queen's skirt
Finding out your sweet spot
Living in your sweet spot
Decorate your sweet spot
Make it my sweet spot
The mouse is in the toaster
Let the cat burn its paw
The sun doesn't shine so the worms can meet blades
The moon only glows so that morning may repeat
A fossil of a replicant laying in the microwave
The package said mint but it tastes more like an ashtray
Leave it to my wilted hands
To find the blister scrapbook
Titled in cursive
This is the big book
Of blisters, bruises, and blemishes
Mattressroach - Johnny Money Lyrics
Mattressroach - Johnny Money Lyrics
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Eating like sumo
Sumo anorexic
Prancing with stale wind
French kissing bedspread
Moving like cement
Aging like raisin
Talking with rabbits
Rabbits turn to old men
Old men turn to closets
Closets to prison doors
Conversing with porn
Hands up the queen's skirt
Finding out your sweet spot
Living in your sweet spot
Decorate your sweet spot
Make it my sweet spot
The mouse is in the toaster
Let the cat burn its paw
The sun doesn't shine so the worms can meet blades
The moon only glows so that morning may repeat
A fossil of a replicant laying in the microwave
The package said mint but it tastes more like an ashtray
Leave it to my wilted hands
To find the blister scrapbook
Titled in cursive
This is the big book
Of blisters, bruises, and blemishes
Sumo anorexic
Prancing with stale wind
French kissing bedspread
Moving like cement
Aging like raisin
Talking with rabbits
Rabbits turn to old men
Old men turn to closets
Closets to prison doors
Conversing with porn
Hands up the queen's skirt
Finding out your sweet spot
Living in your sweet spot
Decorate your sweet spot
Make it my sweet spot
The mouse is in the toaster
Let the cat burn its paw
The sun doesn't shine so the worms can meet blades
The moon only glows so that morning may repeat
A fossil of a replicant laying in the microwave
The package said mint but it tastes more like an ashtray
Leave it to my wilted hands
To find the blister scrapbook
Titled in cursive
This is the big book
Of blisters, bruises, and blemishes
Writer: Aidan Sibley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid