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