Tom Houlton - b**hes lyrics

f**ed out of my mind, trying to decide On whether to secretly shag this s*ut on the side Or make her into my second wife cause she's not very nice But she smells of egg-fried rice An oriental b**h with three nipples on each tit And I enjoy a good lick: makes my dick stick To the inside of my trouser pocket My erection imposter; she can not make me proper Because I'm too hostile Beat up b**hes with whatever projectile is immediately in my vicinity Smash her eyes out of their sockets so she can't easily see me Maybe I should just put a sock in it Why does s** always bring out the worst in me? Ends with my b**hes lying in a hearse in front of me I don't steal from her purse; I'll make her wait on me like a nurse But they're still determined to make my life worse Grab my heart and squeeze it till it bursts and it hurts Probably best for me to stick to Italian and Indian Not get mixed up with this singing s*ut Singing from Singapore, making me forever sore Controlling the way I store. Crying pain inside of my pores Stopping me from opening that door Let the emotions flood through onto the floor So I'm stuck in the motion: I'll never be more Than what she's made of me with her Kosher ways That she's used to play me in this game Baby please; what can't you see? Try to be reasonable I feel like you're unreachable and I'm amenable Our love could be achievable but not if you're gonna be unreceivable Keep being miserable and unreadable and unspeakable Man, this sh** is unbelievable It's really just infeasible; I'm just done with it all