Limo Scene

Out late on Cypress Street
Trying to find a gravestone for Rocky, T
You pulled up in your limousine
White walls muddy, windows full of steam

I climb inside
And then you lick your lips
You say I'm prey
But hey, I prayed for this

You touch my wrist
And then you, you lick my lips
Unzip my soul, I whisper,
I'm into this

Froze stiff in the headlight beams
I'm like, What do you want from me?
You call, Baby-child, what do you mean?
It's just sumpfin in the back that you should see

Oom Mow Papa Papa Oom Mow Mow
I said, Oom Mow Baby Baby Oom Mow Mow
I said, Oom Mow Papa Papa Oom Meow Meow
Who shouts, Come and get me! Who shouts now?
Who shouts, Yes I'm ready! Who shouts now?
Who shouts, Keep it steady! Who shouts now?
Who shouts, Someone get me! Who shouts now?