Slow and Easy - Bulletboys

With a trash can mouth and a fucked up 'tude

She turned her first trick at twelve

Her veins cold black from a life on smack

Baby she was raised in Hell

I trip 'cause I really know her well

I dig how quick you try and please me

Nothing I love more, roll on over I’ll refill thee

Slow and easy

Slow and easy

The taste of flesh, uh huh

Slow and easy

Has it always been your wet dream

You’re lookin' killer on the big screen

Give it to her, Jimmy Dean

Whoa

Whoa