Did you see her?  She's a doll face,
taking cues
from a far away
voice
with a play list.

She exclaims...on the round peg,
with a hip shake,

"I'm not as square as I look."

She prepares to...pop the cork on...
all the champagne.

So begins...

the twist.

Sing along a sick
cent,
drop a dime on this
bitch.

You won't regret it 'til the morning arrives.


The song's Top 40, but you want 69.


This drink's a tall one, but you'll stir it all night.

Did you see her?  She's a matchstick.
She's so burned out...
she don't remember your name.

She's a puppet on a shoestring,
a gem of cheap decoder rings,
couldn't break the cycle if you wanted baby cracker jack.

Sing along a sick
cent,
drop a dime on this
bitch.

You won't regret it 'til the morning arrives.


The song's Top 40, but you want 69.


Your cock's a fat one, but she'll grind you a knife.


Coyote's ugly, but the wolf...
don't...
lie.