I think there’s something wrong with me I think I got a problem Because every time you do the things you do, I want to bite you It could be the way you look at me Or maybe your aroma And the only reason I could give, to do it cause I wanna And you know it doesn’t matter to me I know you’re inedible Your neck, your ears, your lips would be incredible
The Dollyrots (Om Nom Nom)









