Breaker
06-15-09, 07:51 PM
Warning!
This lyric is very dirty and should only be read using protective eyewear. But seriously, if you're easily offended or recently ate breakfast, don't read this. If you do and you get upset, well, that's your fault. I warned you.
Springtime sun brings heat to the street
Where the sizzling sidewalk grows golden
When you work short skirts to show your leg whites
After the harsh winter I feel emboldened.
Hey hey, it's a nice hot day
Crack two leg whites and whisk away
When the bees and birds sing the song of May
I hope that you bring your leg whites to play.
After months covered up your ivory skin shines bright
Celebrated by dusty homegrown sunlight
Seduce me with the savoury smell of your hair
Charm me with the lines of your leg whites bare
Hey hey, it's a nice hot day
Crack two leg whites and whisk away
When the bees and birds sing the song of May
I hope that you bring your leg whites to play.
Split leg whites to find the treasure within
Sunnyside up or bent over easy
We can scramble it sideways if the mood moves you
Till we're devilled and the hardboiled goes soft
Hey hey, it's a nice hot day
Crack two leg whites and whisk away
When the bees and birds sing the song of May
I hope you bring your leg whites to play.
Let's toss a leg salad to please the host
If I scream "tabernak" can we make french toast?
The heat we make might bake a soufflé
If I eat it all down omelette me stay?
Hey hey, it's a nice hot day
Crack two leg whites and whisk away
When the bees and birds sing the song of May
I hope that you bring your leg whites to play.
I'll always deign a dip to test the temp of your quiche
Your leg whites so poached you got me on a leash
Love lubricated by drinks of nog and rum
You can taste my meringue if you make me... breakfast.
Hey hey, it's a nice hot day
Crack two leg whites and whisk away
When the bees and birds sing the song of May
I hope that you bring your leg whites to play.
In summer months I'll spend the Hollandaise with you
With your Florentine style I know our love is true
I'll be your Benedict when you're on your knees
Then bow between your leg whites where I cook to please.
If sweat were vinegar you'd have pickled leg whites
And I'd cuddle to your nest and nibble tiny bites
My mind swims in the skillet when your leg whites flex
Please invite me over every day for... breakfast!
This lyric is very dirty and should only be read using protective eyewear. But seriously, if you're easily offended or recently ate breakfast, don't read this. If you do and you get upset, well, that's your fault. I warned you.
Springtime sun brings heat to the street
Where the sizzling sidewalk grows golden
When you work short skirts to show your leg whites
After the harsh winter I feel emboldened.
Hey hey, it's a nice hot day
Crack two leg whites and whisk away
When the bees and birds sing the song of May
I hope that you bring your leg whites to play.
After months covered up your ivory skin shines bright
Celebrated by dusty homegrown sunlight
Seduce me with the savoury smell of your hair
Charm me with the lines of your leg whites bare
Hey hey, it's a nice hot day
Crack two leg whites and whisk away
When the bees and birds sing the song of May
I hope that you bring your leg whites to play.
Split leg whites to find the treasure within
Sunnyside up or bent over easy
We can scramble it sideways if the mood moves you
Till we're devilled and the hardboiled goes soft
Hey hey, it's a nice hot day
Crack two leg whites and whisk away
When the bees and birds sing the song of May
I hope you bring your leg whites to play.
Let's toss a leg salad to please the host
If I scream "tabernak" can we make french toast?
The heat we make might bake a soufflé
If I eat it all down omelette me stay?
Hey hey, it's a nice hot day
Crack two leg whites and whisk away
When the bees and birds sing the song of May
I hope that you bring your leg whites to play.
I'll always deign a dip to test the temp of your quiche
Your leg whites so poached you got me on a leash
Love lubricated by drinks of nog and rum
You can taste my meringue if you make me... breakfast.
Hey hey, it's a nice hot day
Crack two leg whites and whisk away
When the bees and birds sing the song of May
I hope that you bring your leg whites to play.
In summer months I'll spend the Hollandaise with you
With your Florentine style I know our love is true
I'll be your Benedict when you're on your knees
Then bow between your leg whites where I cook to please.
If sweat were vinegar you'd have pickled leg whites
And I'd cuddle to your nest and nibble tiny bites
My mind swims in the skillet when your leg whites flex
Please invite me over every day for... breakfast!