Is It Raining in Your Mouth?

Well, don't you know I need a little bit more of that right now?

So don't you go

Tell me that you just ain't ready to go

Because here you go

I was born to have it

And you were born to take it

So tell me, baby, is it raining in your mouth?

Hell hath no fury like a failed artist

Or a successful Communist

But that ain't no excuse to treat my purple fury

Quite like a big, black abyss

I was born to have it

And you were born to take it

So come on, baby, is it raining in your mouth?

I would do anything

For just a little bit of drizzle

Oh, boy

Oh, boy

Five sweaty fingers on the dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on the dashboard

There's five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers with a criminal impatience

Five sweaty fingers down on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Take it, take it, take it, take it good

Ooh, take it, take it, take it, take it good

Ooh, take it, take it, take it, take it good

Ooh, take it, take it, take it, take it good

Come on, baby, shoot your load

Come on, baby, shoot your load

Shoot it in the middle of my motherfucking face

Shoot it in my face

Come on, baby, I'm gonna explode

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard

Five sweaty fingers on my dashboard