1994 / what is love without purpose - the hirs collective 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