Bone Machine-Pixies

This is a song for Carol You're into Japanese fast food And I drop you off with your Japanese lover And you're going to the beach all day You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me You so pretty when you're unfaithful to me You're looking like You've got some sun Your blistered lips Have got a kiss They taste a bit like everyone Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Your bones got a little machine You're the bone machine I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss He bought me a soda He bought me a soda He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot Yep, yep yep yep I think you're pretty You make me hard Your island skin Looks Mexican Our love is rice and beans and horses lard Your bones got a little machine You're the bone machine Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh Your bones got a little machine