I ain't evil I'm just good looking started a fire,
baby start cooking.
I'm a hungry man but I dom't want pizza,
I'll blow down your house and then I'm gonna eat you.
Your legs meet in heaven and taste like tequila,
you make me feel good but you're not a dope dealer
FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN MEET MY LIBIDO
HE'S A PSYCHO
FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN HUNGRY FOR LOVE AND IT'S FEEDING TIME.
You don't wanna talk so baby shut up and let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup,
that velcro candy, sticky sweet, make my tattoos melt in the heat.
Well I ain't veggie, like my flesh on the bone,
alive and kicking with no chaperone.
FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN MEET MY LIBIDO
HE'S A PSYCHO,
FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN HUNGRY FOR LOVE AND ITS FEEDING TIME,
FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN WOAH BANG THE GONG,
FEED MY FRANKENSIEIN WOAH CHOW DOWN FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN......
What great big eyes you've got grandma, tense?
Nervous ? freudian?
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