Letra de Bush Pilot
We should take a break from the computers and programs And swing it back to my place for hooters and slow jams For once. I'm the type of guy who'll surprise you with a cool disguise And act out fantasies with dialogue and school suppliesSouth American tough nuts to crack open, but I'm determined, slim chance To make it past the German implants and you-know-what's Private parts, I'm hoping that you do go nuts and push while it Happens baby, 'cause I'm the bush pilotBe the one to tell your friends that you blew the stallion Wearing nothing but my zulu medalion And then maybe a pineapple sliced wedge between the labia and clitoris Gave her a taste of the bitteress flavor in purple rainBlues and the red whites, me and you can spend nights Alone in the dark while I'm starin' at your headlights and highbeams In my dreams with city streets and crosswalks Pedestrian traffic, and my finger in the sauceboxGraphic with lost socks and underwear, a thousand kinds of Calvin Kleins I caught you in the backroom with attachments for the vacuum The syncronized swim team and punk rockers Anorexic runway models with shrunk knockersAnd all of them, with wide legs, the fried eggs and honey mustard I'm eatin' out instead of buying groceries till the money's busted 'Cause I don't care, snackin' on your muffin, chewin' one more time Like nothin' doin', it feels hot where the sun don't shineThe way I blew your mind, you are not prepared to handle facts In my command performance while I'm drippin' melted candle wax Inside the beaver, got you open like a wide receiver I like the way she licks behind the back when she's sixty-ninin'