Girl, I ain't got no furniture
I lost it in the divorce
She took my television too
The microwave and all the food
Girl, just shut your purdy mouth
Who cares that I ain't got no couch
But I don't want you slidin' 'round
While we's busy gettin' down
You'll need some...
Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum goo
Why'd you bring me to your house
When you ain't got nothin'
What is that Lamborghini you're drivin'
You tell me you got all this money
But you ain't got shit
What, you wanna fuck me on the floor?
You gotta be kiddin', man
I am a classy girl
Take me out for dinner or a movie
Give me some money or a ring
I don't know what you think you're gonna get
But you're hot, so whatever
Just make sure that you've got some
Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum
Floorgum goo
Girl, was it good for your head
I'm sorry I ain't got no bed
And sorry for no privacy
That bitch took all the drapery
But you were a good sport
But I gotta go to sleep
'Cause in the morning I've got court
That's the end of the song
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