I like pie
And you have my shirt
I’m walking by
And your face is smeared with dirt

Tell me why you haven’t
Called back
Why Jack?
Balled Cack…

Well I have a hairpiece
Perfect for you
You have a bald spot
Perfect for me

Me and Mr. Toby-Bottoms
Have a date
With Destiny
Or is it Fate??

Typing on my keyboard
You call me at midnight
I throw away the cookie
The trash can screams in ecstasy

Toby has a tongue for you
Toby wants your Mother too
Toby knows your secrets fool
Toby is a Russian Jew

You still have my shirt
It has a Muse logo on it
Please give me back my shirt
It has Toby’s blood and fur on it

You’re measuring my hips and scalp
I’m measuring your dignity
You really need some soap
I have some pancake batter

I really want You
You want my lamp
I want you to take, take, take
Away my Virginity!

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