La. La la la la. Lalala. La, la la. La. La la la la. Lalala. La, la la.
I can't believe we met on this lonely crowded street Flashing identical bandoleers If you were born in the gutter I was weened at your feet baby Watch out for flying native spears
I'm hip to your hypotenuse your geometric ways Your lying lips are double stitched right below your waist And those eyes you wear they wear me out The weight you bear it tears me down I'm falling apart I'm falling apart at the seams and you're just standing there
Wearing that guerilla suit to try to scare me but it won't work Wearing that gorilla suit to try to scare me but it won't work Wearing that guerilla suit to try scare me but it won't work Wearing that gorilla suit to try and scare me but it won't
And I say captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain aptain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
