Lyrics Deleterio Motilis - WHY?
After
I
say
I'll
(what?)
You
in
the
bathroom
of
the
pizza
by
slice
place
It's
not
fair
for
me
to
ask
what
kind
of
wife
you
might
make
Forbidding
you
to
smoke,
like
the
fascist
butt
of
a
joke
That
is
poor
practice
for
opening
the
heart
to
a
possible
start
Right?
Horn
rimmed
Napoleon
only
in
for
the
week
On
high
over
the
breach
In
a
speech
he's
been
preaching
since
he's
been
alive
Geez,
nasty
little
man
So
fast
to
show
his
hand
To
any
last
bastard
whose
ass
is
in
pants
The
man's
manner's
mild
- like
winters
in
the
South
Rather
odd,
he
might
inquire
if
he
can
finish
in
your
mouth
Sex
starved,
wreck
scarred,
flesh
marred,
but
best
part
Never
bent
bars
hold
men
far
from
fresh
start
(No)
At
dawn
with
Hilton
pen,
he
feels
he'll
fall
hard
Yes,
in
bed,
the
bard
tends
to
pretend
he's
all
heart
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