I D.A.R.E. David Bowie To Drive Drunk Lyrics

why are all my teeeth on the floor

I can't pick it up, without picking you up

So I'm asking that fine young debutant and the man in the mirror exactly

what the fuck i did with my keys last night.



Whoh, Im so fucked up

I can't feel me lungs

So I'm filling you up

With motion sickness love



Like a lazy fuck, who can't get off her back

You got to get on top to keep me coming back



So I'm asking that fine young debutant, one last time

exactly what the fuck I did with my keys, last night



So I'm filling you up

With motion sickness love



I should have thought you out, before I took off your clothes

So I'll just fill your throat