The Queers Uncouth Lyrics

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Excuse my French I think I swore
I called your mom a dirty w____
Pardon me I think I farted
Please don't think that I'm r_____ed

Mercy me I think I puked
Please don't let that get you spooked
Just overlook that I'm a mess
While I run my hands up your dress

I'm uncouth
I'm uncouth
I'm uncouth
I'm uncouth

Holy cow I stole your car
I burned the seats with my cigar
Kiss my a__, I hate your guts
I may be rude, but I'm not nuts

I'm sorry baby but that's just the way it has to be
When we first f___ed
I told you get the hell away from me
With all my stupid bullshit
You haven't had enough
To get f___ed up the a__ each night
It must be f___ing tough

[Chorus] Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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