Queers - Uncouth Lyrics
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- Uncouth Lyrics
Album: Excuse my French I think I swore I called your mom a dirty whore Pardon me I think I farted Please don't think that I'm retarded Mercy me I think I puked Please don't let that get you spooked Just overlook that I'm a mess While I run my hands up your dress I'm uncouth I'm uncouth I'm uncouth I'm uncouth Holy cow I stole your car I burned the seats with my cigar Kiss my ass, I hate your guts I may be rude, but I'm not nuts I'm sorry baby but that's just the way it has to be When we first fucked I told you get the hell away from me With all my stupid bullshit You haven't had enough To get fucked up the ass each night It must be fucking tough [Chorus]
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