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Cook It Up (Unconventional Science Remix)

Cook it up

Spooky

Salute

Look

Zoop, well hook it up

Shoop the local Wendy Cooper loopy

Low brow, low brim

She asked me, "What's the name?"

I flashed the grossest fangs in show biz

Jumped out where it's open:

"What's yours?"

"Um, Jenny, um..."

5 o'clock with the ten-penny sum

Sprung colassal miss, may I process your Pentium?

But ae is hesitating

"My princess

The pigeon holing roles that your predecessor's lunacy in the kismet"

Her eyes googled back "?that want to fortune to? breed plus a new kink in the posture

"Just don't get all barnacley

Get P.T. Barnumed in 3D THX sound stereo dismissal

Sorry hun, it's just the last ?group? was a fistful

Like them girls you bump into like dumb luck

get high in the city kiss once when she's punch drunk

Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touch

Crazy mc-clingalot claim instant one love

And you've gotta beg your friends to take 'em off your hands like thumbcuffs

Or them barbies you'll vibe for a sexy second (love you)

Give 'em a month Hyde Hekyl to Jekyl and she makes Hitler look cuddly

But Jenny in the sky with emerald eyes

You're so different so delicious so ?de fish?

I'd be willing to walk the limb with

So let's just get a few things out the way: (okay)

I'm clinically bonkers and just about everyone god's great earth offers

I won't be getting dressed up to impress your family dear

And if I can't wear jeans and sneakers then I won't be lamping there

Nope, aggro-pimp, sinfully, clinically ?novel,? back it up no-diggity soldier

Magic-touch fingertip donor

Own up to your dirty debutant animalistic instincts

ritual courting dance and breeding behaviour" (like what?)

"I dream of Jeannie and fucking her obsecenly

But Jeannie could be Jenny so easily if you'd let me

Hell, the bad-tac daddy-o Merlin-- 'e' for effort

Most of these high-post Fabio world motherfucks make my head hurt

Dead up-- I got death in the skull but you'll get used to it ma

Dinner and cinema, yes, just cough the bread up

Sure, he schleps with naked pockets but I carry dreams

Like I want to be an anstronaut after you marry me"

(WHAAAAT???)

"You're rushing this I feel smothered it's crowding me awfully, dolly

I love you, Get the fuck off me! Sorry." (Call me)

And I'm circling her like a tiger shark frenzied but friendly

"I'm cool, how you feeling Jenny?" (Jenny) Jenny (Jenny) Jenny

"So quiet, oh I like that, so mysterious, I dig it

The way you haven't made eye contact with me once in ten minutes

I'm just saying girl, I'm dirty-dog raw vintage mixed with mega-low society

Mister gutter-fuck ?head? if you try me

So there it is, game. I mean it's not like I'm sweating you

because when it comes down to it, most of y'all females are the same

But now it's your turn baby, spit it out"

"Okay" She punched me dead in the fuckin mouth and walked awayWatch out ladies cause you know he don't love ya

Bazookatooth is one bad motherfucker

He's a low life pimp with a low life game

He needs a no life dame with a strobe light frameCook it up now..No ring on the finger

There ain't no strings attached

But if you love television and

manic depression

Get a carton of cigarettes

And we can make it happen

Get your mac in

Just leave your bag up on my curb with the trashcan

?Pretend? like I seen you in maxim

?Relax with the tap dance?

Lights, camera, action

Songwriters

IAN BAVITZ, J GIBSON, ANTHONY SIMONPublished by

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