I've found the love that's still up my ass
perhaps, anyway my lines aren't yet so fit

I won't eat me, fuck me, love me anytime of day
staring at me as if I were rude opening you
I wasn't sexual, I wasn't bad

I'm running
(i'm hoping)
Beckoning

I'll be sore-eyed
sore-eyed

These times I hated were so freaky
pick me as your girl and I will fuck you up

I am sleazy, bit grungey, bit boring
staring at sometime of day like Elton John
I ain't Russian or Chinese, I ain't Bosnian

I'm running
(fucking hired)
i'm beckoning
(wanna listen)
i'm running now
(enjoy this shite)
i'm beckoning
(your arses)

i'm god's pies

God's pies

Yeah

I'm raging
(like a speed of shit)
i'm hoping that'll I like me
I'm 15
(16 in May)
i'm talking

rubbish

rubbish

Yes