She's my baby. She is a Raygun Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun She is my sunshine. My only sunshine Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice.
She's temp, she's temp She got a special place for you She's temp, She's temp Underneath her favorite pair of shoes
Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread Playing catch with living skulls Hurry up, somebody's dead, we're still alive
She my baby, she got the big gulp Devour my soul food over and over Trouble breathing, my world is strangling Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on
She's temp, She's temp She's into nucleo and nucliete She's temp, She's temp She makes me feel like I'm hovering 580 meters over Hiroshima
Just a piece of sun On your skin I burn a home Lying lotion soothes the pain Peel me off before I fall
She's to blame, she seems a bit insane She likes it when it rains all day long Happiness is knockin', but she cries Then turning out the light she runs at nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
