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