Hang On To Your IQ
Chinese masseuse,Comes between usTalks in haikus, plastic VenusGot a headrush, in her pocketTwo rubbers two lubes,And a silver rocket
Hang on, hang onTo your IQ, to your IDHang on, hang onTo your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely... (x4)
Every morning,My eyes will open wideI gotta get high,Before I go outsideRoll another,For breakfastBurning clouds around,And in my solar plexus
Hang on, hang onTo your IQ, to your IDHang on, hang onTo your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely... (x4)
Legs eleven,Makes me stay up lateTwo fat ladies on my back,And now it's 88I'm a fool, whose tool is smallIt's so minuscule, it's no tool at all
Hang on, hang onTo your IQ, to your IDHang on, hang onTo your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely... (x4)
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