Good Stuff - Clor, Luke Smith, Barry Dobbin

And coming out of my mouth

Into your eyes, not once but twice

And choosing the others, I always lie

Forever yielding

You should have seen your face

Can you imagine how I must appear

And let me do it for you

And let me do it for me

And let me do me some more

Your good stuff

Oh, let me do me some more

Your good stuff

Help me out with my hair

How I have come to resemble those things you like

No naked seams are here

No happy faces

Guided by stellar forces

And let me do it for you

And let me do it for me

And let me do me some more

Your good stuff

Oh, let me do me some more

Your good stuff

Terrible and banal

We are the cocktails

And we drink them, all night

Out through a curly straw

Let’s suck our poisonous juices

Aw, that’s good

And let me do it for you

And let me do it for me

And let me do me some more

Your good stuff

Oh, let me do me some more

Your good stuff