The bianca Story - You Sir | Текст песни

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• The bianca Story
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Is a user what we long to be?
So addicted to quality
in every move we make -
a needle filled
with stuff we take.

If you tell me what you want to try - a professional alibi
for our junkie industry -
buy two; get three -
Who's our best enemy?

Oh, you've got that striking smile only winners have.
Oh, I am not buying what you'd like to sell.

'Cause You, Sir, are a user, are a user in my eyes.
You, Sir, are a user, are a user, you ain't nice.

Even if you think that I am wrong,
I just caught you singing along
as if my words don't matter.
You'll dance to any beat (Any beat);
the bassist loves how you move your feet. (Oh)

If you're mad I figured you out,
who's the one you'll be knocking out?
You'll push her down, push her down, push her down:
you'll feel good when you see her on the ground.

Oh, still got that striking smile only winners have.
Oh, I am not buying what you'd like to sell

'Cause You, Sir, are a user, are a user in my eyes.
You, Sir, are a user, are a user, you ain't nice.

You Sir, are a user, are a user in my eyes.
You, Sir, are a user, if you use her more than twice.

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(I'm a user, I'm a)