He's lavin' under the impression
That he's got a skin to win in
He says he can't make her talk, girl
She says he only makes her skin grow
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about gettin' it on
When there's nothing
gettin' done tonight
You know the type,
with a mouth as loud as wise
Throwing his weight around,
but he's as heavy as a sandal
You know he's so bored,
he's seen it twenty million times before
There ought to be a law
for taking to his back and forth
He's laboring under the impression,
that he's got a skill to win
He says he can't make her toast her
She says he only makes her skin crawl
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about getting it on
When there's nothing
getting done tonight
She wears his hat
The epanema peaks are flat
Like a bed she tilts the world
A different part of this is
big boys girls
Crumpet for a week
And their eyes heavy with sleep
Every time a boy wanna tackle
someone heavier than he
He's lavin' under the impression
That he's got the skills to fill a league
He says he can't make her toes curl
She says he only matters if he rolls
She treats him just like a patient
In an overacted imagination
All in all about getting it on
When there's nothing getting done tonight
He's playing under the impression
That he's got a skill to win it
He says he can't make her toast her own
She says he only makes her skin grow
She cheats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
All in all about getting it on
When there's nothing good to hide
He's made it under the impression
That he's got a skill to win
He says he can't make her toast her own
She says he only makes her skin grow
She cheats and gets like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about it
Before and when
There's nothing ever good tonight