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Mark: As my present to you people, we're gonna stop talking now and play a song. Thank you.
Tom: Surprise!

He pauses shaving and
He tells himself that he is the bomb
She has her curlers set
Her credit cards are paying the funds

He's not that old, I've been told
A strong sexual goal
She goes out everyday, she goes every way, oh yeah
They don't even care at all

She's open waiting for more
And I know he's only looking to score
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically
Been starved for attention before

She smokes a dozen and
He doesn't seem to notice the smell
He took the seat off his own bike
Because the way it felt

He wants to bone this I know
She is ready to blow
They go out every night his pants are super tight, oh yeah
They don't even care at all

She's open waiting for more (she's open waiting for more)
And I know he's only looking to score (he's only looking to score)
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically
Been starved for attention before

She's open waiting for more
And I know he's only looking to score
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically
Been starved for attention before
Satan: Take off your pants

Tom: We really love each other. We are the best of friends. Fuck, Mark, Travis, you guys mean a lot to me man. You know what I mean? You need some ointment. Hey, I think every single pharmaceutical drug should be in ointment form and it can only go on your balls. You know, like if you have a cold, you gotta rub ointment on your balls.