here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly
he got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller
he got hair down to his knee
got to be a joker he just do what he please
help me i broke apart my insides,
help me i've got no soul to tell
help me the only thing that works for me
help me get away from myself
i want to fuck you over me
i want to fuck you over me
i want to fuck you over me
i want to fuck you right now
over me
he bag production he got walrus gumboot
he got ono sideboard he one spinal cracker
he got feet down below his knee
hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
over me
help me tear down my reason,
help me it's your sex i can smell
help me you make me perfect,
help me become somebody else
i want to fuck you over me
i want to fuck you over me
you can have my isolation,
you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith,
you can have my everything
come together
over me
Статистика страницы на pesni.guru ▼
Просмотров сегодня: 1