The Beetles

By The Intelligence

On Males

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It asks you when but it doesn't ask why

It wants to know why you're a skeleton guy

Measure your mustache cover yourself in flies

I've been dispatched to unplug the night life

I poke the speaker with my screw driving hand

I combed the desert found my prize in the sand

I got it and I lock up the door

If you peek under my feet float off the floor

Do the dishes take the trash out at night

No evil verses no curse on my plight

Say something lovely compliment me tonight

Let's makе a baby on the fourth of July

It's cool I invented thе rub

And acted like a baby as I sank in the tub

I realize not to yank out the rug

And after two teenagers a new one sits in the sun

It's cool I invented the rub

And acted like a baby slit my wrists in the tub

I realize not to yank out the rug

And after two teenagers a new one sits in the sun