girl_o'clock whirligirl If I don't have sex by the end of the week I'm going to die if I don't feel a pair of soft li[s on my own I'm gonna hang my head and cry if I don't feel nails in the nape of my neck or hear a nice poist-coital sigh Oh c'mon baby you can tell the cops why And you don't know the ice cold vise that grips my head and you don't know the burning in my gut when I try to get out of bed and you don't know how these urges can be so very misread Oh c'mon baby was it something I said -Dismemberment Plan 000705 ... egger . 031226 what's it to you? who go blather from