Bitchtastica - Raise your Jam | Текст песни

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• Bitchtastica
• Raise your Jam

Bored, Bored, you miss the war
Drivin’ round London in taxi car
Yeah, you’re comin’ home

Pills, chills, it gives him thrills
The possibility of getting killed
They say he’s a psycho

While he’s consulting, You’re shopping Poultry
He’ll text you about this thing he’s holding
In the oven, you get no lovin’
Why do you live there?

So Raise your Jam if you are Jawn
You’ll say you’re not gay
All my Heteros
We will never do, never do anything but row
With pin an chip machines and
Love consulting freaks
So just come on and come on and
Raise your Jam

Wine, Dine, It’s all fine
Doesn’t really matter if he’s yours or mine
He’s married to his work

His heart’s ten feet apart
from his body into yours (You feel a spark!)
He’s driving you berserk

He’s jumping fences and you’re defenseless
Playing straight, he wants you pantsless
Don’t get shirty, just get flirty
Why does Sherlock Care

CHORUS

So if Lestrade has got a job
And Mycroft is still a knob
And your roommate wants to bone
We can always, we can always
Solve this case on our own

CHORUS
Yeah! Come on And
I will never be bored (Bored!)
Never be, Never be, Never be, Never be Bored
I will raise my Jam!
And I’m coming home

Raise your Jam for Me.


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