Those greasy phalanges, 5 digits drawing figures,
fingerin' the way, see how they bend at the end of our limbs,
got nailed...a symbol of trust, a sign of respect probing the places
we'd rather forget, a greeting when meeting, eating, competing.
I know where you put 'em, put 'er there.
We'll ignore that we're each other & our secrets are all lies, clasp & grasp and
put our similarities aside,
in the back yard with the scraper,
in the bathroom with the toilet paper, makin' things all right
on all those lonely nights, every nook and cranny...
Rubbin' ointment on your granny

Lyrics submitted by joelm

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