(Verse 1)
You know for certain that you are a liar
You told me yourself you know it's true
But you won't put two and two together
You know the sum will expose you
(Chorus)
And you wonder why you feel this way
And you wonder how long it will take to heal
And you wonder what you did to get here
And you wonder who will save you from you
(Verse 2)
You've tried everything that has been in your reach
But none of it seems to satisfy
So like a man lost at sea your thrist leads you to drink the water
The more you drink the more your throat runs dry and you wonder why
And you wonder why you feel this way
And you wonder how long it will take to heal
And you wonder what you did to get here
And you wonder who will save you from you
And you wonder why
And you wonder why
And you wonder why you feel this way
And you wonder how long it will take to heal
And you wonder what you did to get here
And you wonder who will save you from you
And you wonder why
And you wonder why
And you wonder why
And you wonder why"This next story is a true story. It concerns to of my favorite subjects:
industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment that we women wear today was a
German scientist and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling! This is a true
story. His name was Otto Titsling. What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't
happen to a schnauzer. It's a very sad story. I feel i have to share it with
you."
Otto Titsling, inventor and crout,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.
One night at the opera he saw an aida
who's bust was so big it would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! There she goes!
Aerodynamically this girl was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire or inspiration
flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop
where he futzed and futzed and futzed.
For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!
Every night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!
Well, he stiched and he slaved
and he slaved and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!
Exhausted but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the diva's house
bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial misgivings,
she finally