tiny bubbles are always leadin me knee deep into some sort of trouble / these YayYo hoes take off their clothes and try to get me to give them something chemical / and are you dancin like you're staggering drunk / or are you drinkin like you're tryin to dance / hey soap suds, you know you're way too quick to fall in love / she's got the fingerless gloves, she's got the nails done up in the nasal drugs / shorty makin some love, some bingy basketballer on some bearskin rug right / and she came on like she wanted a kiss, now she's kissin like she already came / she came on like she wanted a kiss, now she's kissin like she already came / (and all the trash got gacked) / they sit and stare and stare and sit and sniff and sing along with the soundtrack / you know where you are, you're in the jungle baby, you're gonna die / (and then the foam rolled in) / i must admit i was a little bit aroused by it / i must admit it felt a little bit erogeneous / i must admit it felt a little bit anonymous / i must admit i feel a little bit anonymous now / the fists, the foam and the fingerless gloves they felt so right
they felt so right / the microphone and the synthetic drugs it sounds so nice / it sounds so nice / your cokey kisses in the tunnel of love they taste like black ice / they taste like black ice / the microphone and the synthetic drugs it sounds so nice / it sounds so right.