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If You Can't Lick 'Em...Lick 'Em (Ted Nugent) · If You Can't Lick 'Em...Lick 'Em (Ted Nugent) · Kind of Like Spitting (Kind of Like Spitting) · The Flaming Lips 2011 #9: The Flaming Lips with Yoko Ono/Plastic Ono Band (The Flaming Lips) · Lick Your Ticket (Chikinki) · Lick Your Ticket (Chikinki) · No Spitting (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Spitting Fire Live, Vol. 2 (High on Fire) · Spitting in the Wind [Holland #2] (Badly Drawn Boy) · Spitting Fire Live, Vol. 2 (High on Fire) – and 90 other albums »


trouble
You know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub, you're on the seat
Lick your lips as I
was just spitting in the wind

It doesn't come by the bullwhip
It's not persuaded with your hands on your hips
It's not the company of gunslingers
That's right he'll make the sweet substance drip from the middle of your hillbilly lips
And like the farmer milk his cow the howling wolf will howl
lips
And like the farmer milk his cow
The howling wolf will howl
And since times does allow
You all can

Take me to your backwoods now
Take me
beard
I ain't tryna take you shopping, buy your ass no shoes
I'm just tryna lick that clit while I'm looking up at you
No shame in my game, girl look
That's right he'll make the sweet substance drip from the middle of your hillbilly lips
And like the farmer milk his cow the howling wolf will howl
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She gave
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six 
He thinks of all the lips that he licks 
And all the girls that he's going to fix 
She
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She gave
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six 
He thinks of all the lips that he licks 
And all the girls that he's going to fix 
She
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She gave
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She gave
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six 
He thinks of all the lips that he licks 
And all the girls that he's going to fix 
She
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She
Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six 
He thinks of all the lips that he licks 
And all the girls that he's going to fix 
She
I asked this god a question

And by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and
'Cause, oh my God, baby girl you're a serious thing
So I better get with it, get with it

She'll make your head-trip, lick-lips, beg like a dog
She'll
Something bout
Something bout your caramel thighs
Something bout 
Something bout the way you lick your lips
Something bout 
And I love how you're working
tall
Daddies of a rock and roll

Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now

Spinning' down from the clouds
Like a tornado
Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's goin' to fix

She gave
to make a statement
Hang from the rafters and lick the pavement
Split your lip and barely catch your breath

Your lovely eyes, they close like petals
in a world like this 
And that you would see me 
And my name would fall from your lips
I wanna cry like the child that I am 
To think I may never hear
other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my
that’s my kind of night!

My kind of your kind of its this kind of night
We dance in the dark and your lips land on mine
Gonna get our love on
Time to get
greasey I'm a big lip you
A'yo your man'll can get slid with you
You and the squad takin to galoshes
I hold the engineer for hostage
And spit from