Today my mouth's shaped like a Q
(My puss--manic buss)
Give me a buss; promise I won't drool
(Won't muss--manic buss)
I'm a nerd and try to kiss you while
(You're stuffed--manic buss)
Your mouth's frozen in a smothered smile
(My puss, your hand busts)

Try to drive my tongue way in there
(Tongue truss--manic buss)
I am a prospector; you seek air
(No gust--manic buss)
I don't want your jaws to bust
(No bust, manic buss)
I bite with braces buffed--no rust
(No rust--manic buss)

I got caries and they play
(Tongue-touched--manic buss)
Havoc with my tongue as it drives the breach way
(Full up--manic buss)

I vault it, I vault it, I vault it. . .
(It's crammed half in)

Suck dents and lick dents every way
As my tongue writhes, it's lavey.
Suck dents and lick dents every way
As I drive my tongue right by the decay.

Manic buss, manic buss, manic buss. . . .

As I splay, I seethe in lust
(To touch massive bumps)
I drive manually to the mammic bundts
(Too much! Mammoth bust!)