Why are all my teeth on the floor 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 f*ck I did with my keys last night Whoh, I'm so f*cked up I can't feel me lungs So I'm filling you up With motion sickness love Like a lazy f*ck, 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 f*ck 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