whatever makes you tick is what makes me crawl through the mud, the blood, and the mammaries and the worst of it all what have you seen my past you shouldn't see (woof) love me like each breath you use and use me like you breathe 'cause you make me feel like a zombie forever fall into pieces all over your feet woe is me I'm a zombie you look bodacious in that guillotine the way you look right through me, girl it sucks me down the street and I pray for days when we're quarantined and squirreled away 'cause one-on-one with you it's like wounded outlaws on the run and you make me feel like a zombie forever fall into pieces all over your feet woe is me I'm a zombie forever falling like peanut brittle all over your tits you walk like a man but you talk like a fool you strut like a stallion but you hump like a mule you walk like a man but you talk like a fool you strut like a stallion but you fuck like a mule well I'm a son of a gun I'm the outcome of cum the way I feel inside you, girl I'm the bratwurst in your bun and you make me feel like a zombie