I waited for you to call with bated breath,
I waited even though I knew I’d get upset,
But when you finally called me it was rancid,
Rancid like expired orange juice gone acrid.
Why can’t you love me like you should,
I’d seduce you surely if I really could,
But you’re just mean and plain rancid,
Rancid like expired orange juice gone acrid.
Don’t they teach you manners at school?
It seems like they only teach you to be cruel,
Cause when you talk you’re just simply rancid,
Rancid like expired orange juice gone acrid.
And when you finally make love to me Sam,
It’s like wham bam no thank you ma’am,
You’re like that cause your love’s rancid,
Rancid like expired orange juice gone acrid.
You’re ugly as sin, surely arrogant as hell,
To the devil your soul you’d instantly sell,
But I’m so smitten baby cause you’re rancid,
Rancid like expired orange juice gone acrid.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
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