this is a song for carol

you're into japanese fastfood
and i drop you off with your japanese lover
and you're going to the beach all day
you're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
you're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me

(oh) you're looking like you got some sun
your blistered lips have a got a kiss
the days are lit like everyone
uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

your bone's got a little machine

you're the bone machine

i was talking to preachy preach about kissy kiss
he bought me a soda
he bought me a soda
he bought me a soda... tried to molest me in the parking lot!
yep, yep, yep, YEP!

i make you break
you make me hard
your irish skin looks mexican
our love is rice and beans and horses lard

your bone's got a little machine

you're the bone machine

uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

your bone's got a little machine