O' love of mine, o' love of mine, don't you come so near...
don't spread your germs, or breathe on me... or I'll kick
you in the rear... cover your mouth, when you talk to me,
you sickly little tart.. and what's that smell around your
butt... did you just leave a fart... just go home and stay
there... don't you dare come out... and gargle with some
mouthwash... your breath smells just like kraut. |
