the hirs collective - 1994 / what is love without purpose lyrics

i never thought i’d ever make
it past thirteen, let alone thirty
every single year
that we leave behind
us is another
obstacle survived
nineteen ninety+four

oh baby, baby
give me that little limp d+ck
oh baby, baby
give me that little limp d+ck
no one’s thinking that baby’s thirsty for jell+o shots
baby don’t want a pudding; we all want a slamming
we all want a slamming
smoosh it shallow. jam it in. pud