Tiny bubbles

Are always leading me knee-deep into some sort of trouble

These yayo hoes take off their clothes

And try to get me to give them something chemical

And are you dancing like you're staggering drunk?

Or are you drinking like you're trying to dance?

Hey, soap suds

You know you're way too quick to fall in love

She's got the fingerless gloves

She's got the nails done up in the nasal drugs

Shorty still making some love

Some bingy basketballer on some bearskin rug, right

And she came on like she wanted a kiss

Now she's kissing like she already came

She came on like she wanted a kiss

Now she's kissing like she already came

(And all the trash got gacked)

They sit and stare and stare and sit and sniff and sing along with the soundtrack

You know where you are

You're in the jungle, baby

You're gonna die

(Push it real good)

(And then the foam rolled in)

I must admit I was a little bit aroused by it

(And then the foam rolled in)

I must admit it felt a little bit erogenous

(And then the foam rolled in)

I must admit it felt a little bit anonymous

(And then the foam rolled in)

I must admit I feel a little bit anonymous now

The fists, the foam and the fingerless gloves

They felt so right, they felt so right

The microphone and the synthetic drugs

It sounds so nice, it sounds so nice

Your cokey kisses in the tunnel of love

Taste like black ice, they taste like black ice

The microphone and the synthetic drugs

It sounds so nice, sounds so right