Man#1: I was just about to head over to karaoke night at the Half Baked Tator bar and grill when I shpissed myself in the kitchen. Yep, took a huge shpiss right there on the carpet.
Who let the shliss stew, for Christ's sake!! Flush next time!
Oh God, this outhouse is full of shliss!
Close the door boy, I can smell your shliss from here!!
Lock eyes from across the room
Down my drink while the rhythms boom Take your hand and skip the names
No need here for the silly games
Make our way through the smoke and crowd
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
Move in close as the lasers fly
Our bodies touch and the angels cry Leave this place go back to yours
Our lips first touch outside your doors
The whole night what we've got instore
Whisper in my ear that you want some more