I'm bitter I'm twisted James Joyce is fucking my sister How can I remember 1690? I was born in 1965
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you (Scratch your eyes out, scratch your eyes out, I'll scratch your eyes out) I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you (Scratch your eyes out, scratch your eyes out, I'll scratch your eyes out)
This business Is pointless To think that green's the only colour on the atlas I'm trying hard just to survive To keep myself alive
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you (Scratch your eyes out, scratch your eyes out, I'll scratch your eyes out) I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you (Scratch your eyes out, scratch your eyes out, I'll scratch your eyes out)
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I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you (Scratch your eyes out, scratch your eyes out, I'll scratch your eyes out) I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you (Scratch your eyes out, scratch your eyes out, I'll scratch your eyes out) I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you (Scratch your eyes out, scratch your eyes out, I'll scratch your eyes out) I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you (Scratch your eyes out, scratch your eyes out, I'll scratch your eyes out)
Don't you ever feel attracted to the girls you photograph? Sexually? That's not part of my job Aren't you sexually attracted to me? Yes, I am Touch me What? I sad touch me. Please...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
