Ken Ashcorp - Absolute Territory (Silva Hound Bootleg) | Текст песни

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She's got a fetish for fine art
A pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirt
She goes right to my heart
She comes a'knocking with her stocking and I get hurt

I get the feeling I'm in deep
Troubled waters but they're only thigh-high
This kind of girl don't get no sleep
Don't wake your father, skip the starters, strap those garters up
Oh my my!

Checkered pattern on your skirt
I see you flaunting, see you taunting, it's so sickening
I can't resist the way you flirt
I should be dead but my heartbeat's quickening

I get the feeling less is more
It's an excuse just to shake your little derrière
That ratio; a perfect score
A girl's status is measured by her denier

Lie down baby
Arch your back now
Maybe you can help me get what I want
Curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine
It's all about the game and what you flaunt

Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you
When you know that you're not teasing me
She's an absolute terror for Absolute Territory

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