Sarsaparilla

I grew up in a swampland where the girls were hard to find
One in ten was prettier than a rat without a head
Now I found a woman who I won't ever let go of
My friends think she's Medusa but at least I'm getting loved
My baby says they're dying to be shoved

A man will go where a woman tells him so
If the leash is tight he'll stay home every night
But if you trade your limbs to Satan
You'll be armless and confused
So don't forget the things that matter
Like sarsaparilla

We're together in a lovenest where we can be alone
Fighting off a mosquito in the back seat of my car
My baby is dying for a candy bar

If you keep your pants you may survive romance
If you're led by the beast it's time to call a priest
But if you tie your knees to Satan
you'll be a lounge chair for a troll
So don't forget the things that matter
Like sarsaparilla

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Nick Nunziata - Drum Programming, Vocals
Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals