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Alan Douches - The Ghost With The Most Lyrics

[Intro]
We held down miles of my own vomit
Just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town
(Maybe no one hugged me enough as a child
Or maybe some one did too much)

[Verse]
Complain to the scissors, bite the skirt sleeve
Let's see the look on your face when I make it work

If every woman was a continent, I would be Napoleon
Yeah, your body's the sea that I wish to navigate
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

I wanna be the superb qualities to your
Three-pronged fingertips
Like the K-9 nose to your crotch
I want to watch you undress through the keyhole
[?]
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah