Slim criminal, tanned individual,
Little did we know about residual animal, left over,
The ones who eat up mammals with her mandibles,
The cannibal, unsanitary cannonball,
Itty, bitty little kitty got a [bad word] sense of pity,
What a pity, in the city, nitty gritty getting witty,
54 states, pretty inmates, swimming great lakes, [bad word] how's the middle taste.
Cute little, sitting with a fiddle,
Got a whole lotta little dramas, piggy in the middle,
Got a kettle got a griddle, gotta laugh gotta giggle,
Gotta wonder where the finish met the start in the middle.
You think it's all about arithmetic,
You think you're gonna get away with it,
You think, we're gonna forget but no.
You call my name and I'm not sure if I can feel it,
You take me down and make me see if I can prove it.
I can't explain, and I can't explain the way I'm feeling,
And now you know that I'm the one who has been faking.
Yes yes no no, you see that's how my feelings go,
Yes yes no no, that's all you need to know.
Unreal, like a meal,
Three wheels on the ground and the one got steel,
Gotta wonder what a squeal sounds like from a heel,
When you're walking out the door and you lost your appeal.