Love/Hate - Spit lyrics

Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'Til we pa** out on the floor Met a little girl with no bloomers on When she showed me her fake I.D. I knew something was wrong She said let's dance Said I got a wooden leg Said I'd like to see you on your knees She's cuddly wuddly wuddly too She's cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you Yeah you got a reputation for coming on strong Now you're leanin' up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang Here we go to your bungalow Boyfriend's on the road Put the spit on Put the spit on Get a little nervous What can a poor boy say 'Bout a girl that f**s a different guy each and every day But she's cuddly wuddly wuddly Too bad You don't dig dudes that play guitar You got a thing for drummers You got a thing for men with scars Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'til we pa** out On the floor Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on