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Bree Sharp - Guttermouth lyrics
In this concrete jungle of void charms With the take-out porn and car alarms No one's bringing in armies in to keep the girls from speaking (sin) Cinder blocks are stacking and the sounds of bricks is Clacking while the cement mixes When the eyes of the workmen stop and fox this Chicks' mouth's full of asterixes Guttermouth, she spits on every curb And she flips the boys bird And every other word is from the Guttermouth She grabs her crotch in public And I guess that they're all stuck with The Guttermouth, Guttermouth Guttermouth, Guttermouth City life is hard to cope with Sleazy groupers pushing dope Sometimes survivals only hope's A mouth that needs a wash with soap And water couldn't clean this town The sewers run above the ground The streets are like a lost and found For vagabonds who spew the sounds from the gutter Oh, Guttermouth, mother disapprove Of the bile talk and lewdness Miss, stop the filth protruding from that Guttermouth, though they try so hard to punish The boys all want to run with The Guttermouth, Guttermouth Guttermouth, Guttermouth She's a fortune cookie Full of nasty puns and proverbs tucked inside her hot and sour mind But only skin is sugar coated Words are jagged and corroded Like the blunt and rusty axe she grinds -Filthy Quips From Dirty Lips- she's got tons of DNA but all they see is T&A a perfect lady looks that way knows what she can and cannot say To the bending men who alter their Direction as the try to halt her caterwaul as they assault her after all this, can you fault her mouth Guttermouth, her one serenity Is showing her identity Ain't in sainthood, but obscenity Guttermouth, make her feel bad for her curves Then you're gonna get what you deserve Straight from the Guttermouth Guttermouth, she spits on every curb And she flips the boys bird And ever other word is from the Guttermouth, says, 'If you're gonna walk these blocks Then you'd better talk the tough talk Just like a guttermouth' Guttermouth, Guttermouth |
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