Roaming The Foam

Tiny bubbles Are always leading me knee-deep into some sort of trouble These yayo hoes take off their clothes And try to get me to give them something chemical And are you dancing like you're staggering drunk? Or are you drinking like you're trying to dance? Hey, soap suds You know you're way too quick to fall in love She's got the fingerless gloves She's got the nails done up in the nasal drugs Shorty still making some love Some bingy basketballer on some bearskin rug, right And she came on like she wanted a kiss Now she's kissing like she already came She came on like she wanted a kiss Now she's kissing like she already came (And all the trash got gacked) They sit and stare and stare and sit and sniff and sing along with the soundtrack You know where you are You're in the jungle, baby You're gonna die (Push it real good) (And then the foam rolled in) I must admit I was a little bit aroused by it (And then the foam rolled in) I must admit it felt a little bit erogenous (And then the foam rolled in) I must admit it felt a little bit anonymous (And then the foam rolled in) I must admit I feel a little bit anonymous now The fists, the foam and the fingerless gloves They felt so right They felt so right The microphone and the synthetic drugs It sounds so nice It sounds so nice Your cokey kisses in the tunnel of love Taste like black ice They taste like black ice The microphone and the synthetic drugs It sounds so nice It sounds so right