ain’t talkin bout the come-hither-type-look

no lessons in the harlequin hollywoods

it’s just the harsh reality

like a kiss between the knees

like a nectar thick or brick against the balls

it’s like soul jerky baby

soul jerky yeah yeah

ain’t suckered by the lipstick invitation

don’t dick me with compatibles vicar please

cuz it’s the juice between the jaws

of the hound in heat

a true crash course in courtship spare the

cordialities

it’s like soul jerky baby

soul jerky yeah yeah

and you could have a massive heart attack

the shit could send ya sprawlin on your back

make your wife widow just like that

brother take ya homeward

soul jerky baby

soul jerky yeah yeah.