Chinese masseuse comes between us

Talks in haikus plastic venus

Got a headrush in her pocket

Two rubbers two lubes and a silver rocket

Hang on hang on

To your IQ to your ID

Hang on hang on

To your IQ to your ID

I'm lonely I'm lonely

I'm lonely I'm lonely

Every morning my eyes will open wide

I gotta get high before I go outside

Roll another for breakfast

Burning clouds around and in my solar plexus

Hang on hang on

To your IQ to your ID

Hang on hang on

To your IQ to your ID

I'm lonely I'm lonely

I'm lonely I'm lonely

Legs eleven makes me stay up late

Two fat ladies on my back and now it's 88

I'm a fool whose tool is small

It's so miniscule it's no tool at all

Hang on hang on

To your IQ to your ID

Hang on hang on

To your IQ to your ID

I'm lonely I'm lonely

I'm lonely I'm lonely

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