I'll be your favorite killer if you You'll be my one Priscilla I'll be the shotgun baby if you You'll load me up and play with me
Make you **** me (oh, oh, oh,) Make you **** me (oh, oh, oh,) I'm out running around all this paying around I'm out paying for this and that All over town to make you **** me (oh, oh, oh,)
I'll take you to the movies I'll listen to your stories You gotta educate me Teach me what you'll do for me I'm just a lonely pillar Holding open empty building Tie me up to your feelings And hang me from the ceiling
Make you **** me (oh, oh, oh,) Make you **** me (oh, oh, oh,) I'm out running around all this paying around I'm out paying for this and that All over town to make you **** me
Put the hand out, she don't get it, Baby love You just don't get it, You're pretty enough to make a crook admit it But I am a poet, I'm up front, no edit Take me down there, up and around there You in the brown hair, down to the town square People looking and watchin , stop but I don't care Rock and roll stars, I'm the boy there She likes the old school, she loves an outcast These trends are old news, these bands are so bad, these boys are lurkin' I'll show ya throw back My whiskey glass is empty, yo hold that The powder coated Chevelle that I parked in the alley Got a seat in it for your body If you want it that loudly I'll kick it, take it to you We can jump a Bama to Cali, sample each other like a charcuterie you and me packing? Pack It Up bitch
Make you **** me (oh, oh, oh,) Make you **** me (oh, oh, oh,) I'm out running around all this playing around I'm out paying for this and that All over town to make you **** me (oh, oh)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
