Up the Dumper

Na-na-na-now At least then I'm all rested I can't deny I won't let that harm man in It won't be long now Still warming you up I can't believe Enough you Band-Aid girl Holding me high You stand there all laugh and It won't be long 'til I'm holding you more distant And I got the fever of your ridicule Oh, oh Time for the pill In your faulty stomach, you Give in my heart Cross lines with the vial on you It won't be long 'til I'm holding you, moldy stump And I got the front of all your ridicule Oh, oh