The Answering Machine
The Answering Machine
The Answering Machine
The Answering Machine
The Answering Machine
The Answering Machine
The Answering Machine
The Answering Machine
The Answering Machine
You'd think by now I'd have learnt my lesson
I've always found my teachers depressing
Before I know it she's on her knees
And I'm on mine, begging her 'stop this, please!'
You're round here again
But I don't think you ask for much
Obviously cold
Obviously cold
We got caught up in a situation
Her lips squeezed tihgt, she kills the conversation
Wouldn't you know it, she's cocked her knees
Take off that dress and hand it to me
You're on your back again
But I don't think you're deep enough
Obviously cold
Obviously cold
Stop, don't stop
Stop, don't stop