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© 1979-1999 Chris/Quinn

Gettin' so close now ...

You lurk in my mind, a rat in the sewer
I want you in my bed, but my chances get fewer
Dejected rejected depraved and deprived
You were'nt born you were just derived
You never made a baby, a three pound abortion
Your body and mind, a confused distortion
Your breath is assaulting, teeth are revolting
A twenty stone delinquent, like water gone stagnant
You hang so slack, you should be put on the rack
But you stimulate desire, the one and only trier
Bizarre and sleazy, your body's so greasy
But you're the one, my favorite runt
My one and only, Loveable Punk