Doin' It

All the make-up, all the lip gloss makes you look a dream
But know that all your faces shrivel up and die
You can't tell me your reliance on the sexual
Is something like a giant scrotum made of love
More like a doopy grundle out for her revenge

And in those moments where can we turn our faces?
I ain't got no room to fuck
I ain't got no room to fuck in

And in those moments where can we turn our faces?
You watched me write a letter to my local sycophant
He said he'd see me with my teeth still all in place
Cuz he hates how sometimes people lose the things they use
And how they always lose the things they use for sex

You got me climbing all the bedrocks, Singapore
You got me calling you a country, Idaho
You got me bustin' bust out bust out of this scrotum

You got me shook up shook down shook down on your lovin'
It's when I'm right in front of you you don't get so hard
So hard

I gotta make my escape from daylight
Grab some frosty
Make a frosty

In broad daylight (For heaven's sake!)
Make it!
Make the pool right by me
Make the pool, I got a cavity on my chest
In broad daylight (For heaven's sake!)

I ain't got no room to fuck
I ain't got no room to fuck in
I ain't got no room to fuck in
Better make my way back over to Prescott's room

I know he's gone away for an hour.
I know he's gone away for like, an hour.
I know he's gone away and mad
And I know you won't find me cuz I'm

Gone doin' it
Doin' it, doin' it, doin' it

Where he's got all sorts of TVs on his ceiling
Where he's got all sorts of jellies in his fridgie
Where he's got all sorts of bags of hair on his walls
Oh Prescott, you make me the happiest boyhood dreams!