Outside the wind is blowing
The waves are crashing fast
There's people running naked
I see a nameless ass
It's soft and pink and fleshy
So tender to the touch
I'll never get to grab it
My timing's never clutch
My ass is much too skinny
My legs are way too thin
I act like such a ninny
I'm all tanked up on gin
My view is so fantastic
I watch you pick your nose
I'm hiding in your bushes
You're taking off your clothes
I'm taking off my clothes

My grey matter
Is wired wrong, well I don't know
I'm on a limb now
I might smell clean, but I suppose
That I'm dirty
I'm so dirty

I flip through scented pages
There's numbers you can call
My hands are slightly shaking
I'm naked in your hall
I'm racing my libido
I'm twitching on the floor
You tell me you're excited
I pay three dollars more
I pay to hear you roar

My grey matter
Is wired wrong, well I don't know
I'm on a limb now
I might smell clean, but I suppose
That I'm dirty
I'm so dirty

I'm sitting in a theater
There's bodies here again
I hear the lustful breathing
The air is filled with sin
I'll fuck, but I won't make love
You can't expect too much
You make my anchor sweaty
I crave your tender touch
I pay for you to touch

My grey matter
Is wired wrong, well I don't know
I'm on a limb now
I might smell clean, but I suppose
That I'm dirty
I'm so dirty

My belly has a hunger
I'm sick and filled with shame
I eat, but I don't get full
I'll never know your name
I'll never know your name
I'll never know your name
I'll never know your name

My grey matter
Is wired wrong, well I don't know
I'm on a limb now
I might smell clean, but I suppose
That I'm dirty
I'm so dirty
I'm so dirty
I'm so dirty
I'm so dirty

Writer : STEVE POLTZ
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