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I like mine with lots of chicken and cheese,
then top with all of those vegetables please
make the base all crisp and thin,
take a bite and it drips down my chin!
I wanna pizza the
I wanna pizza the
I wanna pizza the
ACTION PLEASE
I like mine hotter than the sun,
blisters my mouth (ouch) it’s so well done
I also like it in a pretzel shape,
top with cheese make no mistake.
I wanna pizza the
I wanna pizza the
I wanna pizza the
ACTION PLEASE
I like mine with a pesto base
nice and round bigger than my face
just make sure there is no cheese
or I’ll get caught by the vegan police
I wanna pizza the
I wanna pizza the
I wanna pizza the
ACTION PLEASE
we like pizza is it a crime
if we wanna eat it all the time,
If it is it shouldn’t taste so fine
pizza pizza please be mine!
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I love yr sass
I love yr style
I love you lots
you make me smile
Sassy Arthur, Sassy Arthur
(ohhhhh) Sassy Arthur
Sassy Arthur, Sassy Arthur
(ohhhhh) Sassy Arthur
The songs you sing
The art you make
The way you jump
out of a cake
Sassy Arthur, Sassy Arthur
(ohhhh) Sassy Arthur
Sassy Arthur, Sassy Arthur
(ohhhh) Sassy Arthur
The only thing
That's sad but true
Is that there aren't
more men like you
Sassy Arthur, Sassy Arthur
(ohhhhh) Sassy Arthur
Sassy Arthur, Sassy Arthur
OhhhhhhhHHHHH!
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Polka dot lady
From way out east
How you amaze me
For my eyes it's a feast
Paint, sculpt, stick, stitch, you're my Art witch x 2
Your kind of magic
So perfect to me
Lights, dots, colours, fabric
You're making me see
Paint, sculpt, stick, stitch, you're my Art witch x 2
You blow my mind
Make my eyes blink
Leave life behind
Don't need to think
Paint, sculpt, stick, stitch, you're my Art witch x 2
Please take me away
Into your world
Even just for a day
Please polka dot girl
Paint, sculpt, stick, stitch, you're my
art witch x 4
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Gonna flirt with the devil,
But I'm not gonna commit.
Get some inverted crosses,
where's my vampish lipstick?
Nancy conjured Menol,
can't really handle that shit.
Gonna flirt with the devil,
But I'm not gonna commit.
My love for you is like diahorrea,
I just can't keep it in Seitan!
I'm not Fred Flintsone,
but i bet I could make your bed-rock Seitan!
If I was a fly I'd land on you first,
cos you're the shit...Seitan!
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