I love it just love it Oh.. what a pretty picture now lets... Jump off the corners and Swap out the colors Keep 'em comin' keep 'em comin' Keep 'em shorter my brethren Shimmy out another one Thought about your lover I'm tryin' to beat the process it's nonsense You've got to be the farthest thing from artists No You're a head on a suit I'm the living proof that you don't have to lie to keep 'em from the truth
I think that boy's got a sweet tooth So I'll put sugar in his gas tank Ohh, ohh Then I'll wash my hands clean of you I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth I've got some sugar for your gas tank Ohh, ohh But I'll wash my hands clean of you. Clean of you.....
Who doesn't love the feeling of being a stranger Breathing amongst all the people that you should call When in need of healing I will continue to speak To honor the sheep To wreak of an easing a song of kids Cause they haven't used open meaning
They fed us the works... ahh And then they changed all my words Cause I wouldn't say that to you.. Cause I don't have to lie to keep you from the truth
I think that boy's got a sweet tooth So I'll put sugar in his gas tank Ohh, ohh Then I'll wash my hands clean of you Clean of you I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth Got some sugar for your gas tank Ohh, ohh But I'll wash my hands clean of you Clean of you [x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
