Goatfuck

I've got a polaroid picture of you
And there is really nothing more that I want to do
Until I'm through
What can I do with you?

I'm not running out of time

You are a celluloid dream come true
With those rhinestones in your eyes and a head full of glue
What can I do?

I called you up to tell you you're fine
But now you're drinking all my wine