You Have c** in Your Hair and Your d*** Is Hanging Out Lyrics

Head start on the frog
On the deer and the dog
The things we true were taught
Loyal torn from our hearts
It's now so soft underfoot
We sleep more than we sleep
If god could make me cry
I'd run along the water
She won't come; I'll be gone
She won't come; I'll be gone
Play with it while you have hands
A desperate lack of demands
I can't offer a thing
Better than dying, so take it!
Scrap the outfit
And hand me the keys to your car
If I leave before it is light
I'll be around when you are

She won't come; I'll be gone
She won't come; I'll be gone