Talkshow Boy - I Cut Myself | Текст песни

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It's like 36 degrees here
Celsius
Don't hate this, until you rate this
Don't knock this until you rock this
(That's right)
Come on Adrien, sing us a song
(Come on Adrien, sing us a song)
I cut myself shaving
It wasn't intentional, dear
I went to a party
I put a picture of you in my wallet
I wore a suit suit suit
It did not suit my style
I wore my brand new belt
Now I know how you cutters felt
Oh my little pretty one
I touch myself
I touch myself
And everywhere I look
I always find myself aside myself
I think I'm all together
But I tear myself apart
Because I cut myself
I cut myself
I cut myself
I cut myself
Shaving
You fuck yourself way too hard
You wouldn't be cool if it weren't for the lessons that you learned in Belgium?
In the white room, you shoot me dead
I'm in the air, the subatomic particles in my bathroom and in my bed
With Hustler magazine
I read it for the articles
Oh my little pretty one, I touch myself
I touch myself
And everywhere I look
I always find myself aside myself
I think I'm all together
But I tear myself apart
Because I cut myself
I cut myself
I cut myself
I cut myself
Oh my little pretty one
I touch myself
I touch myself
And everywhere I look
I always find myself aside myself
I think I'm all together
I tear myself apart
Here's a list of cute foods
(What?)
Squash
Bubble & Squeek
Porkpie
Fairy Bread
Dim sim?????????
(Ham!) Ham on the bone
Ham in (unclear) cream
Caramel
Dr. Pepper
Doc (Doc's) Kettle Pops
Gummi Bears
Ginger Bread Men
Choppy Chops
Frosted Flakes
Guacimole
(unclear) Apple
(unclear)
Brain

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