[Bad Boy]

The military sobs, the missionary jogs
Their daughter's cherry popped to various hits round the clock
Look at all my shit, fuckyouall.gov
Pull back the foreskin made of porcelain, I wanna fall in love
Bad boy

The porch light angel sings, the punks all moved to Queens
The mangers are full up tonight, gotta sleep on the F Train
Wop boppa doobop, someone saw a shootout, mama threw your food out, aw, the pain
Waitresses are chewed out, I was eating, why you do that? Oh, I'm sorry, forgot your name

[Kind of Blah]

Played a recording of horns from the '40s
She slipped through my fingers but lingers in the synapses like nicotine, you taste her lips
There's something wrong with me when I'm lonely, I know
Ma, it's okay, I'll call you next couple of days