(here's a little story i gotta tell about-)

I was in the mood to do some shopping

To get some black-punk rock shit, you know the goth shit?

My friends said "Jeez stop it!"

I said fuck it

And went to the mall to visit Hot Topic

All of a sudden, my cock lit

Yo, who is that girl, behind the counter?

She made me wanna swap spit

And you can take your fucking pictures

But you know, I wanna mount her

Her black pig-tails, took me back to deliverance

When that pig wails, yeah!

Something about this girl, with a dog collar

Made me wanna get busy, yeah

(Woman dog collar)

Gonna get got's, gonna get to know her

Know her heart and soul, not just to go ugh!

Took a sip of courage and I checked my game

Walked up to her and said

"What's your name?"

Florence Ivy

You're inside me

Florence Ivy

You're inside me

I said Florence, I think you're adorable

She said triple G, I find you deplorable

She seemed to like big words

Like metaphorical

I said, does that mean there's any chance

That I could score wi'd y'all?

She said "I got a boyfriend"

I said, why must love sting, like your tongue ring?

Could we at least go to yours

And watch a movie?

She said "No way"

Thought about it and said Ok

She said "Let's watch the movie Seven."

I said that movie is mad depressin'

She said "Depressing? What do you mean?! That movie rocks!"

I said It's depressing when your wife head ends up in a box

She didn't seem to understand

And just then through the front door came her man

With a hundred dead puppet parts on his sleeve

And just then I decided to leave

Got in my car, drove real far, left Long Island

Left Florence behind

But late that night, as my head hit my bed

Yo, I couldn't get her outta my mind!

Florence Ivy

You're inside me

Florence Ivy

You're inside me

Yeah now, when I'm on a subway or I'm on a highway

Any mother fuckin' way, I think of Florence all mother fuckin' day

Try to keep away and stay calm

But I keep logging on to DiaryLand.com

Try to get a little glimpse, for the attribute

Of the mind, of the girl, with the Steven-King tattoo

Man, I'd die for this female

But she won't even reply to my email

Wanna head to see it set sail, for some ro-mance, with Flo-rence

In France, and watch her dance, in her underpants, marry her romance, but the bitch won't even give me a chance

Aaaah! Florence, why are you doin' all this to me?

Aaaah! Florence, I think this is the end of our movie

Florence Ivy

You're inside me

Florence Ivy

You're inside me

Florence Ivy

You're inside me

(here's a little story i gotta tell about-)

(here's a little story i gotta tell about-)