eyes You say that you're happy When you're wanting to die Oh well, it's just like before Oh well, it runs in your veins Just like before It keeps it
eyes. You say that you're happy, when you're wanting to die. Oh well, it's just like before. Oh well, it runs in your veins. Just like before. It keeps
Fordítás: A Flaming Lips. Just Like előtt.
You say that you're happy, when you're wanting to die. Oh well, it's just like before. Oh well, it runs in your veins. Just like before. It keeps it the
niggaz What? What you want? Cutey starin' at me like Damn, where you from? You be comin' at me like Can I get some? Lick your lips for this brown sugar Suck mine like
of livin' with somlivinebody (Ooh, ooh, ooh) But please do me a favor just before you go (What is it, baby) Just put your arms around me and hold me like
any passport, all you need is a thought Suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal The flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano The brain begins
vapors Ember on papers, still scalpin' Y'all piggy backin' snakes Jiggy rap, shinin' like 'Pac, a whole fuckin' album This time, through the flames of triumph Through the flames
pass like Gandalf at Moria Way out of order, should be pulled over Pulled out garage, lost side-view mirror Credit card, final fantasy breaks the limit I just
like your new clothes, she don't care about your playa pose Do you suppose I could hook up and spend time with her? She's just how I dreamed, I'll bust
from the cabin floor and I lit the boiler fire. Some coal I found that was lying around and I heaped the fuel higher. The flames just soared and the
masochism tango. I ache for the touch of your lips, dear, But much more for the touch of your whips, dear. You can raise welts Like nobody else, As
How am I to run from you And do you hang me this high just to watch me fall I can see the light Your perfect lips won't win tonight Like they always do
she go Can't nobody get her but me Hot damn, I got the hottest chick She gotta be a goddess, her body's sick 3D booty like holy She holdin? them Angela Jolie lips
Bob do? What would Bob do? Now you may well just find yourself, on the ballroom floor You know you cannot get away, you cannot reach the door Just try
my lips But don't does that make you feel upset? I should know that the power of one man seems like a small squirt When he aims at the flames of the whole
my cheese Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga that guy left on his knees? Smokin' out, 'cause I need to get high before I go on my mission
