ain’t talkin bout the come-hither-type-look
no lessons in the harlequin hollywoods
it’s just the harsh reality
like a kiss between the knees
like a nectar thick or brick against the balls
it’s like soul jerky baby
soul jerky yeah yeah
ain’t suckered by the lipstick invitation
don’t dick me with compatibles vicar please
cuz it’s the juice between the jaws
of the hound in heat
a true crash course in courtship spare the
cordialities
it’s like soul jerky baby
soul jerky yeah yeah
and you could have a massive heart attack
the shit could send ya sprawlin on your back
make your wife widow just like that
brother take ya homeward
soul jerky baby
soul jerky yeah yeah.