Jeffrey Dahmer and the Dalai Lama - More Chillies

Down the local minding my own business
When our eyes meet across the room
Your belt is bright your pants are tight
And your 'stache is in full bloom
And I've lost count of all the years
That I've spent staring at you
But your beady eyes they hypnotize
Yeah whats a boy to do

You know just what I like
You know just what I need

So gimme more! Gimme more!
More chillies
So gimme more! Gimme more!
More chillies
So gimme more! Gimme more!!
More chillies
You know just what I like
You know just what I need
So gimme more!

Paydays only once a week
It's never quite enough
From Saturday to Thursday
All I do is dream of us
Then every friday night
I dump my whole pay into you
But your bags of gold they don't get old
Yeah whats a boy to do?

So gimme more! Gimme more!
More chillies
So gimme more! Gimme more!
More chillies
So gimme more! Gimme more!!
More chillies
You know just what I like
You know just what I need
So gimme more!

Written by:
Brett Wade, JD DL

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