BURDALAS: Music/Lyrics
OBSEXED
(BURDALAS)
OBSEXED
Words & Music by: Basil Burdalas
She looks like candy so divine, imagine tasting all the flavors
My fantasy should be a crime, she’s so delicious-exasperating
Her long and shapely legs are meant to hold me
I’ll take her where she’s never been
It’s killing me, I need to own her-- put her under lock and key
Viagra-- wonder drug-- inducing me to priapism
Obsexed, to the maximum--obsexed, impulsing me
The old man down the street’s the smut king
He hangs out at the Pussycat
He reads his porno while he’s penetrating--the little girls
computer chat
She wants to be a famous singer, meet a dozen men on MTV
The quality of work is secondary, the thrill is lasting through the orgy
SOLO:
Obsexed, to the maximum-- obesexed, impulsing me
Obsexed, oh, see it on the boob tube-- obsexed, red light in the white house(Clinton).
The latest trend’s indecency, we’re not even safe in church
There’s nothing sacred in virginity, unless you’re underaged or
breeched
They’re censoring our music, the rating’s generation X
The rapping’s of obsenity–-revealing lust and sex
Girls gone wild, makes me smile–leaving me no imagination
Obsexed, to the maximum-- obsexed, impulsing me
Obsexed, oh see it on the boob tube(Desperate Housewives)
Obsexed, red light in the white house(Clinton)
Obsexed, treat you to a naked lunch
Obsexed, what’s your secret Victoria-----AAHHHhhhhhh.