An ass that won't quit
But always heading
To the door
I see everything in skits
I see everything and more
And I want more
I want more
Head over heels, always heading to the floor
Sweep up all my bits and leave me by the door
'Cause I want more
I want more
God, I've had a lot to drink
And man that's made me think and think
Oh, boy, I can't do anything
I've kid myself I'm something big
Babyface above the sink
To foetus by the toilet brink
Gets up from the floor with all the grace of a burlap
Bags up all the evidence and flushes the sack
Then heads back for more
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
The English Teacher - A55 Lyrics
The English Teacher - A55 Lyrics
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An ass that won't quit
But always heading
To the door
I see everything in skits
I see everything and more
And I want more
I want more
Head over heels, always heading to the floor
Sweep up all my bits and leave me by the door
'Cause I want more
I want more
God, I've had a lot to drink
And man that's made me think and think
Oh, boy, I can't do anything
I've kid myself I'm something big
Babyface above the sink
To foetus by the toilet brink
Gets up from the floor with all the grace of a burlap
Bags up all the evidence and flushes the sack
Then heads back for more
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
But always heading
To the door
I see everything in skits
I see everything and more
And I want more
I want more
Head over heels, always heading to the floor
Sweep up all my bits and leave me by the door
'Cause I want more
I want more
God, I've had a lot to drink
And man that's made me think and think
Oh, boy, I can't do anything
I've kid myself I'm something big
Babyface above the sink
To foetus by the toilet brink
Gets up from the floor with all the grace of a burlap
Bags up all the evidence and flushes the sack
Then heads back for more
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
Writer: Douglas Frost, Lewis Whiting, Lilly Fontaine, Nicholas Eden
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: The English Teacher
Length: 4:09
Written by: Douglas Frost, Lewis Whiting, Lilly Fontaine, Nicholas Eden