Beasty girls

I’m like a star; I’m playing guitar
I’m looking up to the skies and I see the sparks
And the rest of the day is fading away
The moon is ripe for a startling game
Hey, come on, guys, just stay around me
Catch up with the rhyme, catch up with the beat
Catch up with the rhyme, catch up with the beat

But the beasty girls’re making me sick
Yes, the beasty girls’re making me sick

I’m like a sheikh, I’m using the break
To go to the beach for libido sake
And the rest of the day is melting away
The sundown is glowing like a beefsteak

Hey, come on, guys, just stay around me
Catch up with the rhyme, catch up with the beat
Catch up with the rhyme, catch up with the beat

But the beasty girls making me sick
Yes, the beasty girls making me sick