A55

An ass that won't quit But always heading To the door I see everything in skits I see everything and more And I want more I want more Head over heels, always heading to the floor Sweep up all my bits and leave me by the door 'Cause I want more I want more God, I've had a lot to drink And man that's made me think and think Oh, boy, I can't do anything I've kid myself I'm something big Babyface above the sink To foetus by the toilet brink Gets up from the floor with all the grace of a burlap Bags up all the evidence and flushes the sack Then heads back for more You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath If it's it's don't, or die trying Then you've opted for death You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath If it's it's don't, or die trying Then you've opted for death You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath If it's it's don't, or die trying Then you've opted for death You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath If it's it's don't, or die trying Then you've opted for death