Chapped Lips 247

My skin is bumpy and my hairs are rigid
I always look like I'm frigid
My digits are sore, my pores abhor
I've got your mom coming back for more of my baked goods
I make 'em with sugar, you're fake, should you leave?
I think you should
I use thyme, it's sublime, seven is a prime number
It's the number that gets me to rhyme!

My skin care, don't have a good plan
My face is crusty like Raisin Bran
My lips are chapped whenever they can
And I'm never gonna be a hot man (yo!)
My skin care, don't have a good plan
My face is crusty like Raisin Bran
My lips are chapped whenever they can
And I'm never gonna be a hot man
My skin care, don't have a good plan
My face is crusty like Raisin Bran
My lips are chapped whenever they can
And I'm never gonna be a hot man
My l-argh!

My feet look like they're dead
My arms are paler than untoasted bread
My elbows have freckles, those little tiny speckles
I have ginger hair on top of my head
My eyes don't work, I need to wear glasses
I can't smash the classy brassy lenses
I feel like I'm gonna go berserk
When am I gonna come to my senses?

My skin care, don't have a good plan
My face is crusty like Raisin Bran
My lips are chapped whenever they can
And I'm never gonna be a hot man
My skin care, don't have a good plan
My face is crusty like Raisin Bran
My lips are chapped whenever they can
And I'm never gonna be a hot man

So I went to your man's house in a bad mood
I asked him to cook me some good food
He poured some milk, he cracked some eggs
He made me an omelet and I looked at his legs!
(Aw yeah)

(Chapped lips 247)



Credits
Writer(s): Elliott Mathews
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