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Blood Guts & Pussy (Dwarves) · Eat More Pussy [EP] (Nashville Pussy) · Pussy Lounge, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · More Than Pussy: The Remix EP (Brazilian Girls) · Pussy Cats (The Walkmen) · We Want Some Pussy [Central Station #1] (Jason Nevins) · Between the Valley of the Ultra Pussy (Faster Pussycat) · Pussy Cats [1-CD] (The Walkmen) · We Want Some Pussy [Central Station #2] (Jason Nevins) · Goin' After Pussy: Teasers & Tidbits (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by goin' out on the sly,
Provin' your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue
a light weight
But if it gets 'em into the bed, then that's OK
Cause when I get them, I'm doin damage to that pussy hole
Not only do I fuck the body, but I
{ } = Mr. Mixx in a deep voice

Intro:  [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked]

Mr. Mixx:
Yeah, bitch.  I know you used to clown
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club, 
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew, 
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
Holla

Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all
Once upon a time in the land of fever, there lived a scarlet pussy
This kitty cat of fine descent, was cherished by her mother
Who wouldn't let
tryin' to keep on the lights
I call up my slime, I need a kilo tonight
Everything went well, I'm eatin' steak, no more soup
Then I parked the Caprice, I
I am doubtful that your love is true
So if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mister Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by goin'
one

Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn

Put your sweet fingers
A little closer to the keyboard
We pass light bits in the night
feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovel in the dirt, R.I.P. Rest In Pussy
Light that shit then pass that shit, we gon get so smoked out
that pussy feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovel in the dirt, R.I.P. Rest In Pussy
Light that shit then pass that shit, we gon' get
Mr. Sunshine's not for me

Blacker days I'll never see
And I curse your light a hundred times
When you shine your rays on me
I must hide my head
light Mr Moon
Every time you're shining there's romance in the air
Reset her heart to pineing and tell her I'll be there
As I look in her eyes pretty
him I am doubtful
That your love is true
But if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by
at the end of his nose.

And hand in hand at the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the
By the light of the, by the light of the moon.
that pussy feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovel in the dirt, R.I.P. Rest In Pussy
Light that shit then pass that shit, we gon' get
a work of art painted by Michael Angelo
I wake up to pussy and cantaloupe
Then she made me fuck my appetite
Fuckin' so hard I'ma remember this in
a work of art painted by Michael Angelo
I wake up to pussy and cantaloupe
Then she made me fuck my appetite
Fuckin' so hard I'ma remember this in
seemed black just like the night
A big long tunnel without lights
Where everything's dark then everything's bright

Oh, the train's gone past my station
Oh
got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
That gave him an addiction that would keep him in Mercedes Benz
got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
That gave him an addiction that would keep him in Mercedes Benz
Treasures in the jars of clay 
Let the light shine out of darkness 
Fallen down but not destroyed 
It's just another trial by fire 

In my song
behind me in a mole grey van
Catch me if you can

Go turn on your blue lights (So pretty)
You know you want to I just flew by
I can see you feel it now
light
In spite of all the crowds who call
Their hero, a goldfish jockey
Their hero remains Mr. Baby

Mr. Baby spills it by the ton
He wraps his
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
That be scattering
Over the global my vocals be traveling unraveling my abdomen
It's slime that's