Im An Ass by The Cutlery Lyrics

I’m An Ass

I’m an ass
I’m an ass
I’m an astronaut give me some space
Give me some space

You got dead bodies in your closet
I don’t how you do it
How you do it
You got dead bodies in your closet
I don’t how you do it
How you do it

I’m an ass
I’m an ass
I’m an astrophysicist
And I can’t figure you out
No I can’t figure you out

I’ma ass
I’ma ass
I’ma ask you one more time who is he
Who is he
Who is he
You got dead bodies in your closet
I don’t how you do it
How you do it
You got dead bodies on your conscience
I don’t how you do it
How you do it

She got me tripping I’m in hell again
But I bet this got her tripping over skeletons
She got me livid but I’m living I won’t let her win
I’m forever the measure of better men yeah
She’s clever but tell me what’s clever
When up there in heaven the reverends won’t let her in
In the end it don't matter the sentiments
When liar and lover is a synonyms

You got dead bodies in your closet
I don’t how you do it
How you do it

But you got that ass
Yeah you got that ass
You got that ask me no questions I’ll tell you no lies
I’ll tell you no lies

You got dead bodies in your closet
I don’t how you do it
How you do it
You got dead bodies in your closet
I don’t how you do it
Hey
You got dead bodies in your closet
I don’t how you do it
How you do it
You got dead bodies in your closet
I don’t how you do it
How you do it