Julie Grave

Stop, bend over, 'cause Im'a take you in the park
I got a sensory deprivation chamber
That doctors call the heart
And we’re just birds of a feather who get their clothes in a tear
Cross yourself in front of the hearse
'Cause Im'a pull your underwear
Who loves ya, dear?

I'm here for Julie Grave
She’s the type I crave
She’s not bikinis and toner and drugstore l-l-lemonade
And she’s twice my age
So get all your bubble booties off the stage
My little l-l-libertines
She stomped like a Clydesdale into my path
She’s a big mouth cooze with a motor driven ass
Aww

When she loves, it gets violent
Take up a stall in the public head
She’s like a n-n-nun in black lipstick
Her face powdered like she’s dead
She just got done with divorcing
The guy who gave her all the bucks
I guess she killed her desire to cheat on him
By taking up harder drugs (aww)
Who needs a hug?

I'm here for Julie Grave
She’s the type I crave
She’s not bikinis and toner and drugstore l-l-lemonade
And she’s wise and brave
So tell all the bubble booties to behave
She’s Zha Zha. She’s Bettie Page

She’s a top Calamity star attraction
And not one moment of Zero Action
Come on, sing the song...
Na na.....
My double, our couple, tripled to menage, yeah
We’ll ford the river Styx and fow like a drunken boat
That cuts through your blacktop mirage

Julie Grave
She’s the one I crave
She’s not bikinis and cola or lemonade
God, these jokes are dry
We’re on a golden elevator to the sky
My little Gemini

Julie Grave
She’s the one I crave
She’s not bikinis and cola or lemonade
God, these jokes are dry
We’re on a golden elevator to the sky
My little Gemini