I can’t understand one day from another One night stand with an off-hand lover Drug parade. 48 hours Now there’s two blood types on these off-white covers Pills, powder, going under The world’s a whore and I’ll always love her Still I wonder, was she clean? Did see needles beneath the sink Think I need to slow it down a bit I’m always drunk and out of it Plus the recent batch I’ve hit have been bat shit psychotic Neurotic, nympho-erotic, exotic, robotic, chaotic, quixotic, hypnotic, narcotic, sex objects I lay the body in the shape of a cross Beneath the neon sign at the old church yard The night grows like electrical plants and I am dancing the soul dance While the short term lover gathers up her things We don’t say a thing We don’t say a thing Coming closer to not feeling at all I go through more, life goes through all
This is strange love in a strange world I make strangle love to a strange girl All my lovers are strangers who get stranger and stranger The more we make love, the more we make love, love, love The more we make love, the more we make strange love
I gave you roses, roses, and roses You posed and I noticed, I noticed, I took the time to notice You make me lose my focus Romantically so hopeless Exposé exposes with a plus one on the dope list Just bleed right through those noses And no more overdoses Cause baby you so gorgeous And I know you can’t afford this Need you to support this Hold me with the closeness Wake up to the grossness And roll with these guys that I roll with Roll up all my dro hits And you and me can smoke this No need for hocus pocus See, I know you like I knows this And I’ll still be here gloating This love that I am boasting Here’s your bubbly—toast this Girl, you are my lotus— Flower I can grow old with And I don’t care who knows this Listen to these proses Or I overdose my dosage This is our life— Hold it Hand in hand til we mold it The structure of our hearts, we could float into the ocean
Strange, strange love (x4)
This is strange love in a strange world I make strangle love to a strange girl All my lovers are strangers who get stranger and stranger The more we make love, the more we make love, love, love The more we make love, the more we make strange loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
