Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm She flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue It does a dozen somersaults and leaves you supercharged Makes me want to blow the candles out just to see if you glow in the dark
Shalalala Shalalala Shalalala Shalalala
Home sweet home, home sweet home, home sweet booby-trap I took the batteries out my mysticism and put ‘em in my thinking cap She’s got a telescopic hallelujah hanging up on the wall For when it gets too complicated in the eye of the storm
Shalalala Shalalala Shalalala Shalalala
Oh…
And in a hellcat spangled cavern When your judgement’s on the run And you’re acting like a stranger Because you thought it looked like fun
And did you ever get the feeling That these are things she's said before Her steady hands may well have done the devil’s pedicure
What you waiting for? Sing another fuckin’ Shalalala
Shalalala Shalalala ShalalalaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
