I've been thinking all night about this song

The music's okay but I can't find words to say

I could sing that I'm a virgin and show my tits

Deerce how sex improves the world

In which mastubation is the thing of the day

";I'm afraid I haven't got that much to say";



I thought about ";Hello, fool, I love you";

Or repeat a hundred times ";How do you do";

I wanna Dance with Somebody, hey, I like that sound

But there ain't nobody humpin' around



I wanna meet the man who wrote these lyrics (he must be great)

I wanna meet the man who wrote these songs

I wanna meet the man



And while I sing these words to you

There's a Rat in my kitchen, don't know what I'll do

Forget about the rat and sing along

Cause we feel so strong and we can't go wrong

We walk hand in hand to the promised land



I think I met the man who wrote these lyrics

I guess I have ignored the things he said

I think that I have noticed how expensive perfume

Never covers up smelly breath