Been trying to meet you Hey, must be a devil between us Or whores in my head Whores at the door Whore in my bed But hey Where have you been? If you go, I will surely die
'Uh,' said the man to the lady 'Uh,' said the lady to the man she adored And the whores like a choir 'Uh, uh,' all night And Mary, ain't you tired of this? 'Uh' is the sound That the mother makes when the baby breaks