One, Two, Ready Go

Jimmy I gotta a wantin'

I'm hungry for you

Like a Christian Bob Dylan

Good Lord, I'm so confused

I've been thinkin' real serious about tryin' out meth

But I don't think it's for the best

Jimmy, you know I know myself

I just get depressed

Jimmy, my wantin's for you and nobody else

Jimmy, I'm tired of wantin' for you

Jimmy, I'm sad but I'm turned down too

Like a Christian Bob Dylan

Lord, I'm so confused

Jimmy, I'm singing all my feelings

Cause you

Jimmy, come in now I'm not afraid of diseases

I've want it so long as you know that it pleases men

There's a hole in my butt there for multiple reasons

Jimmy, don't tease me, you know I'm turned on by you

Boots of Spanish leather, Ethiopia, my Jimmy, my dеlight

You touch me, you soothe me, you just about еverythin' right

Jimmy, [?oh, bread?], potato, vodka, and a [?]

Jimmy, I pull the hood up and I masturbate myself to death

Like a Christian Bob Dylan

Lord, I'm so confused

Can't [?] my [?] no more

I'm turned on by you