We heavy a glance with good lust

Can't wait for a chance when it's only the two of us

Yes just us, hey but in a way Boss

I want to buss in your great great grandmother's uterus

In a deep time sense - computer enhance

When we do the dance, high priests ordained it

Our blood demands it, the Lord commands it

Future generations might applaud us, standing

And our foremothers lovers and them

Form a fabric of this, put their lips to the hem

And blow the shofar softly - not to sound lofty

Or whatever, dungchen or bagpipes by proxy

When wе do the dance, high priests ordainеd it

Our blood demands it, the Lord commands it

Future generations might applaud us, standing

When we do the dance, high priests ordained it

Our blood demands it, the Lord commands it

And blow the shofar softly - not to sound lofty

Or whatever, dungchen or bagpipes by proxy