Sax-a-ma-phone Var. XII Lyrics

You're my sax-a-ma-phone, babe
I blow till you moan, babe
I know he's not home, babe
My name in your phone, babe
Just put up the mofucking bat signal
It's that signal
The taxi rolls to your back screen door

Before you know it, all your clothes is on the floor
And his breath hot on your neck just like before
And his hands upon your chest, oh, Jesus, lord
Call the missus, call the press, you gon' be sore
You keep coming around, I found
Dear god, I'm down to keep you around

You're my sax-a-ma-phone, babe
I blow till you moan, babe
I know he's not home, babe
My name in your phone, babe
She’s giving me top she’s giving me top she’s giving me top
Baby, don’t stop, mmm baby, don’t stop, just baby, don’t stop
'Cus every day across the room
They wanna meet me ‘cus I’m leaving so soon

Before you know it, all your clothes is on the floor
And his breath hot on your neck just like before
And his hands upon your chest, oh, Jesus, lord
Call the missus, call the press, you gon' be sore
You keep coming around, I found
Dear god, I'm down to keep you around

You're my sax-a-ma-phone, babe
I blow till you moan, babe
I know he's not home, babe
My name in your phone, babe