Leeway, constant
All-in, cash out
I know all about caving
Small mouth
I'm not drinking more
I'm not drinking less
I'm in my prime, I confess
Once before I was the best
Just in my mind, I confess
Desperate mumbling
Rock hard, stumbling
Killing ten birds
Falling backwards
He's had enough of me
One two, one two, one two three
Surely, she's had enough of me
One Two
And I want to
Moroccan whores
Egyptian flesh
Lay it all on my chest
Its nothing more and nothing less
It's just a feeling, I guess
Once before, I was the best
And who gives a fucking shit
