Homer (Blood)

I've seen you standin' there for a while

And I can see you like to show your style

But your style doesn't make me smile, friend

She's sellin' seashells down the shore

She's probably there cuz she can't take your

Style it doesn't make her smile, friend

You bore the world to its ore core

Like nothin' ever seen or heard before it's your

Style it doesn't make no one smile, friend