| Lyrics: | Can you feel me slide in?
Can you hear your blood pound?
I will think of you in
pieces...
I will picture us found,
My filthy mouth...well it makes my mom proud...
I
will bask in our disaster,
if it'll phase us out.
(chorus)
Hey, hey Carmelina,
target practice is for Mexico!
And I've become....spectacular
which is strange, 'cuz i
feel dumb
Can you feel me glide in?
Can you make the pig sound?!
I will think
of you above me, always!
I will picture us clowns...
My filthy mouth... Well it hides my
clean-selves
I will Bask in my disaster
maybe it'll phase me out....
(chorus)
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