Quinnbeast

The sound of electric guitar- it puts the Quinnbeast awake
She is a secret toy, which I can play
I can't even think of a reason to keep it alive
Because I know if I do it'll leave me for you in a while, in time

Because I can't think when something's wrong
And no I can't free to go at all (?)
The mighty Quinnbeast

And she wants what she gets
And she gets what she wants
She wants more, more, more, more, more, more, more
He's the first in line every time
Every time she wants more, more, more, more, more, more

Come on dadio, come to your thrashing pole
And take your whipping like a man, like a man
Come down Guido from your art faggot bistro
And take off your britches like a man, like a man

If you don't, she's from Newark
If you don't, then you don't
She can't eat you if you don't
She can't eat you if you don't

(repeat)

The mighty Quinnbeast

And she wants what she gets
And she gets what she wants
She wants more, more, more, more, more, more, more
He's the first in line every time
Every time she wants more, more, more, more
The mighty Quinnbeast

Come on dadio, come to your thrashing pole
And take your beating like a man, like a man
Come down Guido from your art faggot bistro
And take your whipping like a man, like a man

She's from Newark if you don't
She's from Newark if you don't
She can't eat you if you don't
She can't eat you if you don't