If dynamite was dangerous, do you think they'd sell it to an idiot like me
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
Do I look like a happy man?
There's only one kind of kiss, man faces his woman, closes his eyes, imagines he's with someone else, just like sex
