Fordítás: Bloem. Csak kérdezzék meg az anyámat.
Fordítás: Bloem De Ligny. Iris (lyrics).
I want to get my baby Done for the day He's much nicer than I am And quicker than slow To get down to my nylons Lay all your armage on And learn I
Seven was closer And it has no end I freeze it for now and I Follow in blue Nothing as gentle Blue as an icecave, Closer than ice Closer than ice Colder
I've got a little bag of buskets in my cookie jar I've got a little cup of coffee in my head I've got an awful big 'peace' of sugarpie when I look at
Anarchy, anarchy, anarchy Via multiple ways I find you are hacking my mind A tongue in my ear my dress off It wears me out - heroine My evil eye, I
you with Your tongue you can embrace me Every time you feel the urge Don't forget to drive the Rosafund Calypso says Bloem & Les Claypool 'I look like Albert Sexamonia' Bloem
Ruby, ruby Is scratching a moonbeam Screaming a sunbeam Flirting around Ruby, ruby You are my mother You are my daughter The sun doesn't know How delicious
Underwater lies my sense Gonna get em all Or maybe not Like the whirl you're nice and cozy Hold my breath Why? Why? Do you make me warm? Underwater
All night, All night I've been shaking around like a leaflet Oh my God, oh my God What's so cruisn' And so these adventures I'm lame and you're Disgusting
Sounds of earthquakes I'm mousy Out in the valley skape We are off but it's over here We should My 'gintay' Sounds of earthquakes I'm 'eluced' we're
Under pale sween rivers under extracts of blue Voluntrocities I wonder and I ask myself could this Be it? and the gloomy 'swounds' of sudden eruptions
Twinky don't cry I've got a lot under my shoes Like pencils and cartridge and money And dracula, dracula I'm getting undressed And taking pictures of
I may be just a moody goon I mean I am a you I only are you and you hurt me come here here we Are come 'buy' me over your tea you make me So 'emblematical
I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been here in the kitchen and the waters turnin
This is a song for every girl who's Ever been through something She thought she couldn't make it through I sing these words because I was that girl too
Now it's just a memory and it's hard to think Hard to think about it 'Bout the love I left behind, I can't help but think What could I have done about
Appliances have gone berserk I cannot keep up Treading on people's toes Snot-nosed little punk And I can't face the evening straight You can offer me
