These days, a lot a cats is outta line Seems to me like they need to get punched Yeah, but where you gonna punch 'em? Yo, the choice is obvious I'll
Come for me I can feel your body Pressed against my body Wrap yourself around me Love to feel you throbbin' Throb Throb Throb I can feel your body Pressed
Tire les ficelles Tire les ficelles Ton polichinelle Te tendras les bras Tourne la baguette Et ta marionnette Penchera la tete Et te sourira Tant que
Black sky, black sky What's wrong with me? Black sky, black sky What's wrong with me? Nothin' means nothin' to no one I know unless it's a lie A lie
I'm broken, fix me or 86 me I've lost more than I ever knew I had Felt this before, but it never hurt so bad Well, I'm broken, out of control How much
It takes a lot to piss me off But once I'm there, it's hard to cool me down Take as lot to piss me off So why you want to go and do that now? It takes
What a fucked up world Or is it my fucked up head? The only way you are cool is If you're gay or dead Straight, normal, hetero guy Normal, hetero, straight
(LYRICS AND MUSIC $) 2:33 Miranda, we met face to face and I lost me head Miranda, I saw your smile and felt something click inside Miranda, fifteen hours
There's no car that I can't break But there's no bus that I can take So I'm walking, always walking Can't afford to put you into the shop You're never
Don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me I don't really need to know Don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me I don't really need to know You think
It's been three months since I heard your voice I try to make myself believe that I made the right choice It's been three months since I thought about
Critic, uncle fucking critic Critic, uncle fucking critic Critic, uncle fucking critic You're always printing shit about me You're still five years behind
In the darkest street Far away from here I can feel your skin stripped and bare And my only threat Is a burning cigarette A smoking face upon me, me
I can see youre looking and i really really want you to and i dont know if he knows that im looking straight at you every time that i see you looking
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Tire les ficelles, Tire les ficelles. Ton polichinelle Te tendras les bras. Tourne la baguette Et ta marionnette Penchera la tete Et te sourira. Tant
These days, a lot a cats is outta line Seems to me, like they need to get punched Yeah, but where you gonna punch em? Yo, the choice is obvious I'll punch
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