A one-way ticket, no less.
A runaway train to autism.
Tweet you up in the middle of the night
like a fat pig without any sight
you were there like a pony, luring
i couldn't help but feel my belly turning
so horny that i couldn't even sleep
a date with the merge I had to keep
promised myself Stephanie wouldn't do anal
one more promise i couldn't keep
it seems no one can help me now
i'm in too deep
there's no way out
maybe we should start with foreplay
autism train, never goin' back
zapping to the extreme on a one-way track
seems like i should be getting somewhere
I hope chris's taint had time to repair...