Agent Is A Ballerina

All the lads stormed the parade sex calls

Tied up balls agent beefsteak not on his duty

Pathetic cutie that could never suit suit suit me

Lost his mother but I’m a prefect boy he’d introduce to

His father thought one more agent

Don’t wanna be a guest at the

Police station just in case I’d kill I’d be mean

Showed me pictures of America

Moved my heart to Antarctica

Agent’s monsters are all alive

Oh my God here I learn to lie

And his monsters Hugo Boss posters

Said I like my book of Marianne he said

Shall I put you on the train 

Figured it’s the end of parade

So on the train insane didn’t know you could put

Them on the train

Agent’s monsters are all alive

Oh my God here I die

Agent beefsteak is a ballerina white socks on his feet

Sure I hate BB King and Corona beer

Agent’s monsters are all alive 

Agent ballerina sucks I’m still alive I’m still alive

So all the lads left the parade

And agent beefsteak’s on his duty again

Putting prisoners on the train it’s his duty

It’s his duty that’ll never suit suit suit me 

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