Oh good heavens, baby where's my medicine? I must have left it outside with my etiquette The undertaker's rule of thumb It's hard to talk with a novocain tongue
This room smells like hotel illness The scars I hide are now your business I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this No baby love is not a punishment.
Hypnotize by your rotten behavior This week's fashion is last year's flavor I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders The politics of the world's greatest liar
So tell me baby is it true all those things that they say about you...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
