Norma Jeane Mortenson Lyrics

Yeah

Yo, yo

Cause she got my Black Sword in her Guts, man

Going Berserk with the way she on my nuts, man

MCR with these really deep cuts, man

You Brought Your Love, but all I want is your butt, man

Uh, I'm goin' hard

Swipe it on my nose like my face a credit card

No Joestar, but I'm feeling real Bizarre

Way she move it is Incredible, she think she Helen Parr

Oh God, I might just make her wifey

Got me thinking where the honeymoon might be

This feeling's new, so I ain't gone take it lightly

She wanna go until I tell her so politely

Well you know I'm barely breathing

And now you're telling me you're thinking about leaving

These informalities can turn you to a demon

I only started now you're going for no reason

I hope this ain't to lowbrow

That reupholstery just turned you to a knockout

I know we're used to this but I just gotta stress how

You won't regret it if you stay and get undressed now

Yo, slipping out them drawers like you from the X-Men

Got a lot of Pryde inside, but I ain't stressed, man

Kitty's fire, no lie, not talking Ketch, man

The way you Ride it might just be the best man

Uh, I'm going in

Thinking it's the end but you know I just began

Grab the paper and a pen, got a question once again

Do you wish that you had left or are you happy that you're staying

Ain't got no time for regrets when

When your lips are on my chest and

With my hand under your shirt now

You always knew that we would work out

Emotions worth showing never grow until the right season

Confessions I thought I'd never show, until you gave a reason

We made these arrangements long ago, I still don't believe it

You're smiling so brightly like Monroe, it feels like we're dreaming

That was fine, I guess

I'll be right back

Okay

Anyway