Bone Machine

I think you're pretty
You're the bone machine
Have got a kiss
You make me hard
And you're going to the beach all day
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
He bought me a soda

Your blistered lips

You're into Japanese fast food
You've got some sun
You're looking like
I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss
Looks Mexican

He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot
You're the bone machine
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh

They taste a bit like everyone
He bought me a soda
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Your island skin
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Your bones got a little machine
You so pretty when you're unfaithful to me

Your bones got a little machine
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
Yep, yep yep yep
Our love is rice and beans and horses lard
And I drop you off with your Japanese lover