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Take it from me
Poppers, disco
1980’s San Francisco
Steve Lady, Bambi
At the Crystal Pistol
I liked it better
Before you took it from me
Take it from me
Met a big boy in Illinois
Beercan dick in his corduroys
When we were finished fucking
He told us he was married to a woman
Take it from me
You like to watch
You like to listen
But we’ll never let you in
You’re not a part of us
You’re not as smart as us
But you take it over and over and over
Take it from me
You’ll never take it from me
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Don’t say maybe
Underrate me
Conversational, masturbational
ust the two of us
We’re the stupidest
Just an arsenal
Nothing personal
Once shy
Twice bit
Three strikes
You gotta use spit
If you wanna get used to it
Don’t say maybe
When you take me
Turn an amateur
To a connoisseur
Take it easy kid
Don’t be saving it
Spend it while you’re here
Buy a souvenir
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3. |
I Feel Good
05:03
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I feel good, I feel great
In these United States
I could go anywhere
But I stayed anyway
We turn water to wine
We’re so good on the vine
In the mirror, you and me
We are looking divine
I feel good I feel great
In these United States
My skin is aglow
But I am fucking insane
You tell me you got something
To settle me down
Yeah you know I’m alive
When I open my mouth
Okay?
I’m best when I’m tested
And put in my place
But when you shut my mouth
I got so much to say
Yeah I’m proud to be loud
And so up in your face
But you’re looking real scared
So I’ll stop just in case
Yeah you can’t win ‘em all
But you want so bad to
And the winner in me
Loves the lover in you
See the trophy’s obnoxious
I want it of course
Try not to be toxic
Just take it, it’s yours
Okay?
I feel good I feel great
In these United States
You wanna fuck it up
Baby I can relate
You and me all the time
Still feels good when we ride
Windows down
Let ‘em see
We’ve got nothing to hide
I feel good I feel great
In these United States
What’s the purpose
Of hiding and wasting away
If they say they got something
To tone us all down
Step it up make it loud
And just get fucking proud
Ok!
I feel good
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4. |
Haute Couture
04:09
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Baby wanna cigarette
Wearing haute couture
In a Dover Street basement
We got robbed in a safe space
They took everything
Got drinks while we played
Cause they’re waitin on the drag queens
But it’s all the same
I mean it
It’s all the same to me
We the people fuck in bathrooms
And in backrooms
They’re our classrooms
Don’t like what you see?
Don’t you fuckin’ look at me
We’re good up here in the nosebleeds
Even up this high, we see things
Things you wouldn’t dream of
Things you couldn’t dream of
All talk, no show
Big step, you know
Fist up, be strong
Backseat, singalong
Sugar, cinnamon
Unfit regimen
And the way the words all sound again
Wasted, lost and found
Art show, shut it down
Criss cross, applesauce
Ponytail, lip gloss
Sweet spot, Novacaine
Show off, Daggett Lane
Bye bye, see you
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5. |
Piggy
03:13
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Here piggy piggy
You’re coming off sad
You wanna three-way
Really really bad
I would say yes but
You don’t go with our outfits
Here piggy piggy
We told you no
Torso picture in your profile photo
You gotta show more
Is your face a foreign concept
Hi, hi, hi, hi 70 times
Still no response on the 79th
Why don’t you take your phone
And flush it down the toilet ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSandTUVWXandYandZ
This is my reply
Cause you sound like a fucking idiot
You gotta first love you
If you wanna fuck me
Then we’ll talk about it
Most definitely
Here piggy, piggy we’re coming to town
Huff and puff and we’ll blow your house down
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Kids
03:44
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I don’t get the references
But I get the message
This will go on and on
Just like the questions
What can I say?
Can I say
Take a minute
To get with the pronouns
Take a minute
To listen to kids
Cause the grownups
Are kind of a letdown
In a minute
You’ll be happy you did
I care about appearances
Just a preference
I basically like to be wrong
Just with questions
Can I say?
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Feelings
04:04
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Are you feeling sad enough
When the credits roll
Are there tears of happiness
Do they fill a hole
Pinch yourself till you can feel it
Self medicate till you heal it
Smiling now with us
Do you get the joke?
Cry lots, laugh more
Get comfortable with your feelings
Take a beat and listen
When you listen then you grow
Wanna fight back?
You should give back
I hear you talking tough
Take a beat, take a beating
Gotta know when enough’s enough
Gotta tendency to underestimate
Gotta tendency to overrate
Take a breath in for a second
You’ll know when enough’s enough
Cry lots, laugh more
Get comfortable with your feelings
You gotta step up to the plate
You gotta send that fucker home
Live life, be kind
Kick back, quit trying
Fuck lots, stay cool
Get comfortable with your feelings
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8. |
Gloryhole
04:36
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Beefcake motorcade
Fixate, fixate
Heels on halloween
Fucking up the night scene
“I’m dead”
Straight girl motorcade
Sashay, sashay
You look serene
But you just want content
Lumped in, left out
But I wanna look the same as you
Punch in, punch out
Sorry boy you’re not gettin’ through
Gloryhole in the wall
Baby, what’s the protocol?
Kinda hard to feel it all
Standing up against the wall
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Who Could Know
04:14
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Go out, stay in
I wanna get stupid
Oh no, here we go
It’s not enough
And I’m feeling low
He looks good
He looks back
He smiles at me
And I’m liking that
No shirt, sweatpants
Summertime romance
Could we go back before
Was it better
Who could know
Lie around, sleep in
I feel so stupid
Oh no, here we go
Another year
But I’m still in love
No shirt, sweatpants
Wintertime romance
Buford, P-Town
Oxnard, Los Angeles
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Hush (Feat. J Mascis)
06:32
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Tear it up
Make a scene
We could end up on the cover of a magazine
Shake it up, me and you
The thing that chases us is also what’s in front of you
Play it cool, what the hell
Walk away and let the orchestra conduct itself
Take a pass, lose control
Make the rules
What’s behind the door
What’s between the sheets
If the walls could talk
Then the walls would scream
Whisper in the dark
Tell me what you need
No one’s gotta know
Keep it just between us
Hush
Spit in my hand
Wet the tip and
Don’t let ‘em see what we’re doing at the drive-in
We can play it loose
But we wear it well
Flight overnight shit-show luggage carrousel
In the City, going home
Is this a tunnel or is this a fucking catacomb?
Don’t let ‘em see
What we do
Break the rules
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MAN ON MAN New York, New York
MAN ON MAN (M.O.M.) is a project started by boyfriends, Roddy Bottum and Joey Holman. It’s a collection of songs written and
recorded in quarantine in Oxnard, California where the couple drove to from their home base of NYC at the onset of the virus. The songs deal with love, separation, fear, and isolation in the face of COVID-19.
MAN ON MAN is bold and sexual by nature - romantic & optimistic.
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