queers - uncouth lyrics

excuse my french i think i swore
i called your mom a dirty whore
pardon me i think i farted
please don't think that i'm retarded

mercy me i think i puked
please don't let that get you spooked
just overlook that i'm a mess
while i run my hands up your dress

i'm uncouth
i'm uncouth
i'm uncouth
i'm uncouth

holy cow i stole your car
i burned the seats with my cigar
kiss my ass, i hate your guts
i may be rude, but i'm not nuts

i'm sorry baby but that's just the way it has to be
when we first fucked
i told you get the hell away from me
with all my stupid bullshit
you haven't had enough
to get fucked up the ass each night
it must be fucking tough

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