Chinese masseuse comes between us
Talks in haikus, plastic Venus
Got a headrush in her pocket
Two rubbers, two lubes and a silver rocket
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
Every morning my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high before I go outside
Roll another for breakfast
Burning clouds around and in my solar plexus
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
Legs eleven makes me stay up late
Two fat ladies on my back and now it's 88
I'm a fool whose tool is small
It's so miniscule, it's no tool at all
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
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