Bone Machine

This is a song for Carol

You're into Japanese fast food

And I drop you off with your Japanese lover

And you're going to the beach all day

You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me

You so pretty when you're unfaithful to me

You're looking like

You've got some sun

Your blistered lips

Have got a kiss

They taste a bit like everyone

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

Your bones got a little machine

You're the bone machine

I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss

He bought me a soda

He bought me a soda

He bought me a soda and

He tried to molest me in the parking lot

Yep, yep-yep-yep

I make you break

You make me hard

Your Irish skin

Looks Mexican

Our love is rice and beans

And horses lard

Your bones got a little machine

You're the bone machine

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

Your bones got a little machine