Some People Call Me the Creeper 'cuz They Don't Know My Name Or FaceI Got 'em Running in Circles Because a Homicidal Genius Never Leaves a TraceI'm a Lonely Hunter City Full of Game Walkin' in the Neon LightsChop, Chop, Chop, Engine of DestructionChop, Chop, Chop, a Perfect Killing MachineChop, Chop, Chop, It's a Symbiotic FunctionChop, Chop, Chop, I Keep the City So Clean Chop, Chop, ChopSome People Call Me the Ripper Stole My Modus Operandi From the Movie ScreenShe's Just a Celluloid StripperJust Another Bloody Player in My Splatter-filled Dream Women On the StreetsWant Money When We Meet I Take Them For a Little RideChop, Chop, Chop, Engine of DestructionChop, Chop, Chop, a Perfect Killing MachineChop, Chop, Chop, It's Symbiotic FunctionChop, Chop, Chop, I Keep the City So Clean Chop, Chop, ChopShe Was Standing On the Corner With Her Bright Red LipsHer Face Was So White and Pale (So Pale)She Had a Black Leather SkirtThat Was Tight to Her Hips And An Anklet With a NameIt Spelled M a R Y..... Gail Gail Gail Gail Gail Gail Gail Gail Gail Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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