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Something about the way you taste

Makes me wanna clear my throat.

There's a message to your movements

That really gets my goat.

I looked for sniffy linings

But you're rotten to the core.

I've had about all I can take

You know I can't take it no more.

I got a gut feeling

Centered 'round long time ago

On your ability to torment.

Then you took your tongs of love

And stripped away my garment.

I looked for sniffy linings.

Are we not men?

We are Devo.

I got a gut fucking feeling

That you're rotten to the core

I've had about all I can take

You know I can't take it no more