I can't pick it up, without picking you up
So I'm asking that fine young debutant and the man in the mirror exactly
What the fuck I did with my keys last night.
Whoh, I'm so fucked up
I can't feel me lungs
So I'm filling you up
With motion sickness love
Like a lazy fuck, who can't get off her back
You got to get on top to keep me coming back
So I'm asking that fine young debutant, one last time
Exactly what the fuck I did with my keys, last night
So I'm filling you up
With motion sickness love
I should have thought you out, before I took off your clothes
So I'll just fill your throat
I can't pick it up, without picking you up
So I'm asking that fine young debutant and the man in the mirror exactly