Well just because she feeds me well And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel Doesn’t mean she’s got eyes for me She might just want my bones you see
And hey, flathead, don’t you get mean? She’s the second best killer that I ever have seen They don’t come much more sick than you I could go on if you want me to
It’s just so wrong, so very nice And I told you once and you killed me twice Saw you one time on the back of the club Chewing on glass and a ticket stub
Said “I heard you kicked the boy ‘till he bled” Then you stood and said “Oh, my God” ‘till she said Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra
Well everybody knows you’re the one to call When the girls get ugly on the back of the wall Like Josephine says you got a bleedin’ nose Takin’ it with her wherever she goes
And hey, flathead, don’t check me in Well, hers is a tonic and mine is a gin They don’t come much more slick than you I’d drive your car if you ask me to
Said “The boy’s not right in the head” And you stood and got a kickin’ instead ‘till she said Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra
Da dadada do…
And she said “The boy’s not right in the head” Then you stood and said “Oh, my God” ‘till she said Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra ra Bara bap bara ra ra raTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
