Think Dirty out Loud Lyrics

To the fish in the sea,
Put your mouths on my hook.
If I’m soft, will you give me the medusa look?

Well, your dress lit the floor
On fire when it touched.
So my little black book,
How it shook, how it shook,
How it shook shook shook shook SHOOK!

I heard that sometimes
You like to suffocate.
Cry out to me oh won’t you please.
Speak to me oh

GREAT DANE WHILE I RIDE THE MAIN
VEIN.

When I write about you honey,
Oh the ink just runs off the page.
Wow, what subject matter but
By no means be

FLATTERED BY THERE’S
BRUISES ON YOUR LEGS.

What a clever trick!
Drop in with a bowl of cherries telling me I have to pick,
But how could you not see the locks on the door?
There’s no turning back.
You’ll get all that you wanted and more!

So pick up the rope and wear it.
If your friends want the noose, will you share it?

Ooh, baby you just don’t do me right!

Maybe we can try one more time.

Put your spine right on the dotted line.

Ring around the right posy,
Woesy and whimsy wire line.
That’s just about the right time
To make you mine, all mine.

Time and energy
All for nothing.
I should’ve listened to
My intuition.
Now I’m stuck
Under the floorboards
But they’re splitting as you’re stripping down to

Vines and melody,
They surround you.
Sometimes I wonder if your trap really worked.

Are you the remedy? Sensual medicine?
If so, prep the patient for a long shot.

Lay down where you please, on your back.

La la la la, lalalala.

I am the dog
Drooling tar on the nape of your neck.
I eat emotional wrecks
And yours is the best.

You know I tried. You know I tried.

I’ve got a pocketful of dark black pickup lines
I’ve got a pocketful of dark black pickup lines
I’ve got a pocketful of dark black pickup lines

That I want to spill
Down the well of your throat
Like a pile of ants in an alien line
To see what they do,
To see what they find.
Will you just let them decline?

I spiked both our drinks
With a gallon of ink,
Now I’m writing a novel
From your insides.

We’re a spider with
Our limbs doing anything but walking.
A conversation with
Our mouths doing anything but talking.

Hey, take off the rope!
You’ve worn it and after all, it was boring.
I think I’m falling asleep.