Flirt with the Idea Lyrics

There’s a fridge outside with diet coke

You can help yourself like you do

Touch me anywhere

When you come over I’ll sweep the porch

You’ll be talkin’ bout freedom in your cut off shorts

And i’ll flirt with the idea

But I’ve been bored since I was born

Hurry up, cut the umbilical cord

Said I was born to be your government

Then started cursing out the window bout the communists

So what, so what

Guess you were born to be a boy

Ride a dirt bike

And ride it to die

And I flirt with the idea

But I’ve been bored since I was born

Hurry up, cut the umbilical cord

A familiar kind of cruel

He keeps it in his glove box

But never shoots

He calls me first and last at the barbeque

A little too polite

He said he wants to be a king

But I do too

He wants to be a king but I do too

I’m pretty sure the guillotine is shaped like you

I’m pretty sure the guillotine is meant for you