What you try to do to me? It seems to come so naturally How you annoy me How you destroy me And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone But don't mind me How's it fair, I'm a magnet for psychos And pretty riddles keen on me You can lightly sling Into my open heavy loving heart First touch and kissy kissy
Slash-back razor days The boys not to behave Oh they're like hoodlums
Sick of themselves And sick of their slums Give everybody a gun And put it on the television
That's Reality TV, I'd pay to see Not lobotomized celebrities who wanna be Wanna be the ... Wow, money's the church, fame is the steeple Everyone on the telly indoctrinate the people Now I say though...
What you try to do to me? It seems to come so naturally How you annoy me How you destroy me
And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone But don't mind me ... and chased by a cyclops ... no ships I see
I owe more than I know to faces Who never show the places off the hood It's understood and obvious tomorrow Free bags full of sorrow First touch and kissy kissy
Slash-back razor days The boys not to behave
Everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone But don't mind me It's not fair, I'm a magnet for psychos And pretty little riddles keen on me You can lightly sling Into my open heavy loving heart First touch and here you are
Where they put the Cyclops That's where they put the Cyclops That's where they put the Cyclops
What you try to do to me? What you try to do to me? You make me happy Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
