"Spit" lyrics - LOVE/HATE

Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating
'Til we pass out on the floor

Met a little girl with no bloomers on
When she showed me her fake I.D. I knew something was wrong
She said let's dance
Said I got a wooden leg

Said I'd like to see you on your knees
She's cuddly wuddly wuddly too
She's cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you
Yeah you got a reputation for coming on strong

Now you're leanin' up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang
Here we go to your bungalow
Boyfriend's on the road

Put the spit on
Put the spit on

Get a little nervous
What can a poor boy say
'Bout a girl that fucks a different guy each and every day
But she's cuddly wuddly wuddly

Too bad
You don't dig dudes that play guitar
You got a thing for drummers
You got a thing for men with scars

Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on

Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'til we pass out
On the floor

Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on

Put the spit on
Put the spit on