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Punk A** B*** Lyrics
She wriggles and she wraggles She jiggles and she jaggles You stand and
watch her pass by Your line of vision ass-eye You think that 'cause she
smiles That you turn all her dials But you don't see them later While
in the elevator You nag her and you swagger You think you're gonna shag
her A man about the town-a Get funky, let's get down-a Machismo and
machasma It turns into miamsa But you have got no class, no style, no
socials skills, no comprehension
Chorus: I can't deal with this
idiot Yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
You open up your
mouth-a Amazed at what comes out-a It's just a testimony That you're
full of bologna That you're a stupid shit-ass A meathead, guido,
pass-gas But you have got no class, no style, no socials skills, no
comprehension
Chorus x2
You know you want to spangle But you
can't seem to angle One gives you attitude-a Your reason to be
rude-a You think that 'cause she smiles That you turn all her
dials But you don't see them later While in the elevator You nag her
and you swagger You think you're gonna shag her A man about the
town-a Get funky, let's get down-a Machismo and machasma It turns into
miamsa But you have got no class, no style, no socials skills, no
comprehension
You open up your mouth-a Amazed at what comes
out-a It's just a testimony That you're full of bologna That you're a
stupid shit-ass A meathead, guido, pass-gas But you have got no class, no
style, no socials skills, no comprehension
Chorus x2
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