Hipster

Song 204: Hipster ||
an original song by the Chronoviewer ||
Lyrics || Oh, baby, I’m coming for you and we’re open for business/Oh, lady, the chickies always like to call me Nuts von Crazy/Sweet sexy, do you like it rough when were in the buff?/Temptation, I’m drooling for ya you are next in rotation/Dirty girlie, a little birdie told me that you like me flirtie/Passionate Sade? Should I take my time, or call you maybe?/Prostitution. I tried to give you money but you always wanna pay me/For lip service, I like to set the timer so you know what you purchase/They call me the hipster from out of time/I’ve died a million times in my mind/I’ve seen every future from here to there. Break that glass. I don’t care/Your husband hates me. I try to be a good boy but you wanna rape me/Pheromone seed. I don’t but the product. I just sweat it on thee/Copulation. There’s a line outside the door called delineation/Next the number. I’ll hand you off a slice so you taste and remember/Bitchy titty. Gimme lippy sippy if we innuendo/Double entendre. She walks into my bar and I gave it to her/Prima donna, look into my eyes, let’s turn on the sauna/Roll in the hay. Your heartbeat flutters before you get laid/They call me the hipster from out of time/I’ve died a million times in my mind/I’ve seen every future from here to there. Break that glass. I don’t care/They call me the hipster from out of time/I’ve died a million times in my mind/I’ve seen every future from here to there. Break that glass. I don’t care