Don't Call Me Whitney, Bobby

Bounce bounce brittle little bones
It's not the bunk you seek it's the sun you need
and the sleek sleek skeleton of old
where the hidden falters the beat

Total void tells me stories
That really make me horny
I need another
I need another

Sugar dumpling muffin baby
This world is going crazy
I think I'm through
Listening to you

Gonna' make some plans wait and see
Turn it off
Turn me on

Open your eyes look around you
Fuck what you heard
You were lied too

Sweet heart
Sick body part
Sweet heat
Sick body heart

Sacrifice your comfort take a stand
Don't be the one who sits will never come for me
Sexy smoke billow below
Where the cloud it murders with me