I have a big bite I don't have a big bite It's been changing with the heat He's been getting sick Sick of me What makes you sick Isn't the weather it's a change in degrees I've been running this ship like the navy But it's more like a Wendy's Selling t-shirts down the line You won't believe me if I said that I'm ready To take a second joke since '99 What's the point Of all the talking Just say that you don't think you have control What's the point I know it's all your best Just say that you don't want to obsess anymore Skin is in the mud With bubbles underneath And I'm not choosing when it's good His is dropping low Onto feet What picks it up isn't desire, it's a lack of Sertraline We need the Steely Danification Of this operation Somebody needs to get fucked or get a toy I won't lose my body if I get a belly I'll just roll around and feel it like a boy What's the point Of all the talking Just say that you don't think you have control What's the point I know it's all your best Just say that you don't want to obsess anymore