I met her at a donkey show. She was minutes past thirteen.
Sucking on a cherry yoo-hoo. Reading "Nugget" magazine.
Cum splattered tube-top. Scrawny pre-pube tits.
That's when I saw she was quadraplechick.
And I said "Baby you're looking good"
That's when I noticed her legs were wood
I grabbed a stump and dragged her out the door
I need a hole I don't need no hips
I laid a line of coke on her tits
That's when I ripped off her dirty shit-filled drawers
Chorus: Good, should, could, I think it feels pretty good [x2]
So good, so good, so good, so good, so good, so good [x a lot]
It wasn't nothing pretty, she took my genital germ
Her limbless body thrashed about filled with infected sperm
I criss-crossed with the cables, I smashed her face through a door
They found her in a plastic bag down by highway 64
And I said "Baby your looking good"
That's when I saw her legs were wood
And all you people...
You just can't understand
I need a hole I don't need know hips
I need the taste of dick on my lips
I fucked her asshole with a piece of frozen shit