Автор: Mr. Strange

I’ma hit you from the back, I’ma hit you from the, I’ma hit you from the back, I’ma hit you

Sweat, sweat, cos I’m a poisonous pill, Pop me in your mouth baby, sit and distil, Not yet, I ain’t

She can heal you with the tip of her tongue. And She’s been eating children like the wolves eat their

Tongue in cheek till a hole burns out her mouth, And fingers crossed like the promise of cub scouts, And

Hey, Mr. Bartender mix me a drink I really need something to tell me it’s okay not to think, Because

Get your hands up The sky’s falling, get your hands up It’s the apocalypse got a mouth full of lambs

And if i had something to say to you i’d whisper it softly, kiss you on your rosey lips and

I got this shit on lock I got this shit on lock Holla’ Holla’ at me if you on my

Alex: I feel so unsure, As I take your hand, and lead you to the dance floor. As the music

Awake your heart You fear it, but we’ll make a start Seems like the wind just blows your way With