Now we live in domes

And her dome's the dome that always snows

Down on me

I guess she got what was coming for me

She lets me braid her hair

But she never lets me pick out what she wears

Who's that guy telling lies

Behind the junior high?

It turns me on

I learned to dance

To the "Mountain Song" out on that grass

I think I made Juanita laugh

She says, "We'll wake up tomorrow

In the parking lot of Rainbow"

But every time I see an eagle

It's a filthy fucking seagull

Grab my clothes and tap my toes

I tell myself

This ain't no place like Rome

I know that Rome's the place she always goes

Down on me

And it's not just gravity

Because I tell her things

She thinks that I'm the way that James Brown sings

The Sex Machine

I feel good now that you're gone

And outside the club

Is where we spill our drinks in memory of

All those guys

Who didn't make it to the dawn

She says, "We'll wake up all bloody

In the parking lot of Friendly's

But every time I chase a squirrel

It rips apart my world

I grab my clothes and blow my nose

I sell myself

This ain't no place to jones"

She's proud of her soundproof bedroom

It gets so loud, there's like thirty threesomes

And hey, Jones Beach, don't you freak when you see me?

MC's wheel and they free your party

And the boombox rocks and the microphone shocks

Keep this talk inside these blocks

Rooftop cops and the deadbolt locks

Keep those rocks inside these socks

If we're really gonna wait, baby, can we take a shower?

Look just like an otter when I push you underwater