Innocent Bystanders Watched In Horror As Peter Jennings Drew His Murder Weapon Lyrics

An itch an itch
A grizzely magnum itch
Servizio gondale
Her mighty mouth was like a furnace door
My face is on fire
Red red red red is all I see
Lacey tickle that ivory
Oh my god
Now look what you've made me do
I'm biting the carpet as hard as I can
And the ceiling is still pregnant