Give me your mystery juice, mystery juice is nice
But when you get it in your mouth, you'll pay the price
Give me your mystery juice, please make me soaking wet
When I'm done with you, you can't come back
Gimme, your nice and juicy bags
I feel you dripping, on my hands
Gimme, your nice and smelly trash
I feel you dripping, down my legs
Give me your milky substance, I really don't wanna know
What kinds of moulds and diseases, on my hands are gonna grow
Please throw these filled up bags, in the back of the car
Drips and pieces flying, like a dirty infective war
Gimme, your nice and juicy bags
I feel you dripping, on my hands
Gimme, your nice and smelly trash
I feel you dripping, down my legs
Tarzan & the Beachwaiters - Mystery Juice Lyrics
Tarzan & the Beachwaiters - Mystery Juice Lyrics
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Give me your mystery juice, mystery juice is nice
But when you get it in your mouth, you'll pay the price
Give me your mystery juice, please make me soaking wet
When I'm done with you, you can't come back
Gimme, your nice and juicy bags
I feel you dripping, on my hands
Gimme, your nice and smelly trash
I feel you dripping, down my legs
Give me your milky substance, I really don't wanna know
What kinds of moulds and diseases, on my hands are gonna grow
Please throw these filled up bags, in the back of the car
Drips and pieces flying, like a dirty infective war
Gimme, your nice and juicy bags
I feel you dripping, on my hands
Gimme, your nice and smelly trash
I feel you dripping, down my legs
But when you get it in your mouth, you'll pay the price
Give me your mystery juice, please make me soaking wet
When I'm done with you, you can't come back
Gimme, your nice and juicy bags
I feel you dripping, on my hands
Gimme, your nice and smelly trash
I feel you dripping, down my legs
Give me your milky substance, I really don't wanna know
What kinds of moulds and diseases, on my hands are gonna grow
Please throw these filled up bags, in the back of the car
Drips and pieces flying, like a dirty infective war
Gimme, your nice and juicy bags
I feel you dripping, on my hands
Gimme, your nice and smelly trash
I feel you dripping, down my legs
Writer: Niels Poppe, Sebastiaan Akkerdaas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Tarzan & the Beachwaiters
Language: English
Length: 7:08
Written by: Niels Poppe, Sebastiaan Akkerdaas