Lletres: Blake Babies. Wipe It Up.

Grease drools down from between your lips
Drips down just like the grease on your fingertips
Over and down the side of your mouth
Pardon me man, if you mean it, pack up

Wipe it up, wipe it up, wipe it up
Leave me alone, I'm going home
Wipe it up, wipe it up, wipe it up
Leave me alone, I'm going home

Did I ever ask you about your plans?
Did I say I wanted to know all about your favorite thing?
No, no, I threw my sweater on the floor
You threw my lovin' out the door

Wipe it up, wipe it up, wipe it up
Wipe, wipe it up, wipe it up
Leave me alone, you're a bonehead

You've got big hair and a comely doo
You never make a million dollars a year
Say some more 'bout how you know it all
And how the pretty pages will fall when you call

Wipe it up, wipe it up, wipe it up
Leave me alone, I'm going home
Wipe it up
Leave me alone, I'm going home