Spor t predatating in the mist between the vultures and the worm birds
Like a hawk, and spit up in the gutter
King of avian IQ comes wriggling in

Your hair is silk you cannot milk
It doesn't open let it fill
I'd like to even wedge ya'
Wanna' live in harmful pleasure
Your a diamond, your a diamond

Inside the haircut and the flirt face
Staggers tactless biology (biology)
Shoots me in the balls with a vagina bullet (a vagina bullet)
A vagina! (a vagina!)

My thinking, hair wandering, that's my [?], that's pondering
Yes I could, should, you're pretty good
You get enough of me
Good stuff is sometimes free
Like jacking off to GMTV

Looks likе God was a wizard (was a wizard)
Looks like God was a wizard (was a wizard)

Your beauty is only surpassed by my imagining of your bеauty
And the gorgeous oath of our tongues mingling
Tongues mingling, that's all it is
Your eyes are blue and mine are too
In fact they're brown, but that'll do
Wait, now I sound like Hitler
Guess I gotta' go away and hate ya'
I hate your eyes, hate your hair, hate the way you make me stare
Looks like God was a wizard

Looks like God was a wizard (was a wizard)
Looks like God was a wizard (was a wizard)

My mind is somewhere between the vultures and the worm buds
Like a hawk, spit up in the gutter
I'd like to butter your bread
And eat it

I feel your flirt face
Shoot me in the balls
That's not faired too good

Like a hawk, and spit up in the gutter
I can see your bread's got butter on