The sound of sex pours out of mouths and onto the bar
Can I take you home
Can I eat you up
Can I spit you out.

Well we are young and dumb and full of love
At least for tonight you can was yourself
Try to bathe it off but your still a whore mom and dad must be so proud of what you've become
Do you kiss them both with that filthy mouth under bloodshot eyes so I think

It is time for you to sit back
And just take a break from what you have become

I hate this so much
I hate the barfly by my side
Go find you're hook up the one
That will take you away from us

From here
From my circle of friends
No hope just fear

It must be something to see you
The morning after that you sold yourself
That you lived up and I sit back
And I wonder what it must be like to sell yourself so short

Why don't you take a break
Just take it from this
I know just take a break

Save your sex for someone else
You sex is so filthy
Her breath is poison on my neck
Death on two legs
Her sex is death on two legs
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If It Weren't For Pickpockets, I'd Have No Sexlife At All Lyrics

Secret Lives Of The Freemasons – If It Weren't For Pickpockets, I'd Have No Sexlife At All Lyrics