Anne Belacco - Sunday Sex Lyrics

Taxi, taxi
Church please!

Peter, I don't know if I can do this wedding
My pussy's achin' and I'm afraid we spent too much money on the wedding
I won't be able to spray tan till next week
(Ugh God)

Got my five dollar wedding dress on
My garter belts makin' Elvis wet (Uh-huh)
We meet in almost every state
Shabbat, shablam
Left my platinum panties at home (Goddamn)
It's okay we can still elope (Mrs. Anne, where she go?)

Dysphoria, euphoria
Is how I feel in this current state of mine
I hope my dead beat husband won't mind
That I take a cab back to mine

Pussy pocket
There is no stoppin'
Think I just f*cked up my wedding day
So play a flute, for the pathetic things
(I do)
Please forgive my faulty set of rules
Pop another bottle of vodka would you?

Pussy pocket
There is no stoppin'
Think I just f*cked up my wedding day
So play a flute, for the pathetic things
(I do)
Please forgive my faulty set of rules
Pop another bottle of vodka would you?

Jesus is my lord and savor
Gotta keep those divorce papers on hand
(Uhh)