She’s Got the Look Songtext
von Guttermouth
She’s Got the Look Songtext
She likes to read I like T.V
She′s checking out my good friend Steve
She likes a beer I like a shot
Her parent's think I′m selling pot
She likes the boy's in the band
She rollerblades and I swim
When I take pictures in public she complains
The pictures of my life washed down the
I like to drive she likes to walk
She caught me jackin' in my sock
I like a drink she likes a dance
I′m drunk again I cum in my pants!
She likes the boy′s in the band
I dig the surf, she likes the sand
When I come home late she's got that look
I′m not takin' about that Jordache look
For you I′d do it
Just for you I'd do it
I would wash my car
Get a job, Odor Eaters
Promises, just for you I′d do it
For you, for you
For you, for you
I guess our eyes will never meet
"Mark, please put down the toilet seat!"
She likes to kiss
I'd rather fuck!
And all her friend's
Think I′m a shmuck, a shmuck, a shmuck
She did the boy′s in the band
I guess I'll be a single man
I used to watch her sleep and she′d complain
The pictures of my life washed down the drain
I'll wash my car
Get a job, Odor Eaters for you
Promise, to recycle all my beer cans like I promised I would do
I will cancel my subscription
To Jugs and Beaver Hunt
Just for you I′d do it
I'll wash my car
Get a job, Odor Eaters for you
Promises, to recycle all my beer cans like I promised I would do
I will cancel my subscription
To Jugs and Beaver Hunt
Just for you I′d do it
For you, for you
For you, for you
For you, for you
For you, for you
She′s checking out my good friend Steve
She likes a beer I like a shot
Her parent's think I′m selling pot
She likes the boy's in the band
She rollerblades and I swim
When I take pictures in public she complains
The pictures of my life washed down the
I like to drive she likes to walk
She caught me jackin' in my sock
I like a drink she likes a dance
I′m drunk again I cum in my pants!
She likes the boy′s in the band
I dig the surf, she likes the sand
When I come home late she's got that look
I′m not takin' about that Jordache look
For you I′d do it
Just for you I'd do it
I would wash my car
Get a job, Odor Eaters
Promises, just for you I′d do it
For you, for you
For you, for you
I guess our eyes will never meet
"Mark, please put down the toilet seat!"
She likes to kiss
I'd rather fuck!
And all her friend's
Think I′m a shmuck, a shmuck, a shmuck
She did the boy′s in the band
I guess I'll be a single man
I used to watch her sleep and she′d complain
The pictures of my life washed down the drain
I'll wash my car
Get a job, Odor Eaters for you
Promise, to recycle all my beer cans like I promised I would do
I will cancel my subscription
To Jugs and Beaver Hunt
Just for you I′d do it
I'll wash my car
Get a job, Odor Eaters for you
Promises, to recycle all my beer cans like I promised I would do
I will cancel my subscription
To Jugs and Beaver Hunt
Just for you I′d do it
For you, for you
For you, for you
For you, for you
For you, for you
Writer(s): Eric Davis, Scott Sheldon, Joseph Nunn, Mark Adkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com