Убойная диета - Sick Mind | Текст песни

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• Sick Mind

Sticky little stripper
Teazin for the tip Playing rock´n roll N shakin up ya hip

Dancin for the money
Humpin like a bunny
breakin all the rules Romance for the fools

Crank it up loud
Make the devil proud Pleaze the fuckin crowd Rinse the dollars out
Slippin out ya red skirt
Oh god that one hurt

When you´re sliding down te velvet floor I want you all to much
Who´s that fallen angel I just need to feel ya touch tonite

I need a shot of your
Sick mind, sick mind
Oh you're sick and oh so sweet
So sick child, sick child
Such a sick child just like me
C'mon!

Smiling like a rat
Teasing like a cat
Smoking cigarettes
In your black top hat
bendin over backwards
Oh babe I just love that

You're slidin' down the velvet floor
I want you oh too much
Who's that fallen angel
I just need to feel your touch
Tonight

I need a shot of your
Sick mind, sick mind
Oh you're sick and oh so sweet
So sick child, sick child
Such a sick child just like me
She's so fine
Like a red little rose do in time
Take me out
cuz I need a shot to last the night

I need a shot of your
Sick mind, sick mind
Oh you're sick and oh so sweet
So sick child, sick child
Such a sick child just like me

She's so fine
Like a red little rose do in time
Take me out
cuz I need a shot to last the night

Sick mind, sick mind
So sick, sick and beautiful
So sick child, sick child
Oh you're a sick child just like me
Sick mind, sick mind
Sick and oh so sweet
So sick child, sick child
Oh you're just as sick as me