Some chicks pack me quite a punch
others make me blow my lunch
But I can live quite happily
as a nauseatic chaotic casuality
So when you go down
go down on me
You're just like napalm
for my brain
Well, take me to the infirmary
I got loveburns all over me
But with your love it'll be alright
and we'll be in the news tonight
© K.G.B. 1984
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