Lyrics > Pussy Galore – Seattle

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You best believe I’m from New York City

You tell me “shut my mouth”
If I wasn’t kissing, you wouldn’t be around
You talk about faggots, little mommas boy
You sit at home, you got a chaperone

You need a escort to take a piss
He holds your hand and he shakes your dick
You’re so pretty, suburban kitty
You think you’re gonna change, well, wait a minute

Little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You think you’re gonna fool me?
Ha ha, ha ha ha ha

A little rich kid, what do you know?
You’re hiding everything, but you think it don’t show?
I hide in the closet, just a facing the wall
Too much too soon, do you recall?

Have a holiday in the city
Don’t come here, vaseline pretty
You don’t need no junk, just LSD
You won’t get shot, shot by me

Little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
And I’m talking about the whole lot of ya

Too bad you boys don’t know
And the girls they just blow
Everybody’s so slow

You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little Seattle boys
You’re little
Seattle
Boys
Oh, you poor little puppets