I`ve been thinking all night about this song
The music`s okay but I can`t find words to say
I could sing that I`m a virgin and show my tits
Deerce how sex improves the world
In which mastubation is the thing of the day
`;I`m afraid I haven`t got that much to say`;
I thought about `;Hello, fool, I love you`;
Or repeat a hundred times `;How do you do`;
I wanna Dance with Somebody, hey, I like that sound
But there ain`t nobody humpin` around
I wanna meet the man who wrote these lyrics (he must be great)
I wanna meet the man who wrote these songs
I wanna meet the man
And while I sing these words to you
There`s a Rat in my kitchen, don`t know what I`ll do
Forget about the rat and sing along
Cause we feel so strong and we can`t go wrong
We walk hand in hand to the promised land
I think I met the man who wrote these lyrics
I guess I have ignored the things he said
I think that I have noticed how expensive perfume
Never covers up smelly breath