There's only one kind of kiss, man faces his woman, closes his eyes, imagines he's with someone else, just like sex
So, when some moo-cow thunders in here with a pie under each chin, I'm not supposed to ask if that's the Star Spangled banner she's belching so I know whether to sit or stand
I left high-school, lost the will to live and here I am
You even got the floor sticky just like at the theater