Ellen Disingenuous

歌詞

I've got a series of beefs and cues from the bemused (funk-tory?) Riding emus in a halter tee She's chasing her Ps and Qs for the shimmying dollar tree My defused metabolic key It's not a stud and muffins Or be-speckled and blaxploited I begrudged an onion Holding teakettles like asteroid bits There's no way I'd date her Acting like an eighth-grader I should have my face lasered I was putting a wad of genetic material Into every other jelly bag When you exit wasted Pirouetting on the helipad The sound of bank mergers for the underpaid workers And the frankfurters in deadly hands So her tentacles look just like a purple mollusk My dissension is imminent and parabolic Many of the sexes are fixed in prelims Dimples with candy tips and a landing strip And like an X-Mas tree trimmed And I'm serving a person burger speaking against a third term With my parasol ripped Look at those meaty thighs - must be CGI'd Who else goes to career day with a "B" word seismographed With a marshmallow suit made of fiberglass And a nametag saying "No one should ask" A token black typecast in my (?) I should probably set up a resized JPEG Of my Wienerschnitzel hut, instead I sell her an ad for a defried page head Now I'm too fickle, my heart's peanut brittle And if it don't amount to the findings in the Concord I should be spiking the punch bowl To make these hussies more cooperative Her name is (name is, name is, name name name name name...) (Chorus) Ellen Disingenuous She's of the best ilk Her sexy breast milk's So good It's so strenuous To make Neo-feminism palatable Ellen Disingenuous She's screen-tested So you know You see her pink flesh delving the void It's so strenuous To make her grand bisexuality work For every uncle with a Terabithia jaunt When I wear my trivial ankh To chaperone your lovely Milk Duds My credit build-ups Our committee is swamped And the druggie's pill cup But I lunge at her with a sponge loofah And a cannon-powered (?) bazooka You're an incubator built for a young pupa But I mishandled the money shot It's tantric and pampered A big (?) at your scrunchy spa You're a man-eater When you get to nibble on your bloody spot Turn on my lights into a telenovela I'm a helluva fella With a profile (?) like (?) uranium What's your name again What's your name again What's your name... I've had my fill Of the (?) with the bone density of (?) Full-bodied chicken strips I am like "tsk tsk." I could paint a strip Of your home pregnancy test royal blue Tesla coil fuse blew You (?) In a seafood stew And be (?) Plus I saw Calvin Klein and David Newsmaker My figurative outline issued their induced labor P-funk She-Hulk Fitted a shoegazer for a box of bits And hunted pit bulls as foster kids Oh why did this (?) And (?) (?) on the bicycle For a (?) acquittal But her respect's ballin' I'm crestfallen...what's your name again? Oh yeah it's Chorus Ellen Disingenuous She's of the best ilk Her sexy breast milk's So good It's so strenuous To make Neo-feminism palatable Ellen Disingenuous She's screen-tested So you know You see her pink flesh delving the void It's so strenuous To make her grand bisexuality work