the body escaped Love other people but I don't know their names I don't know their names I'm in no fit state I'm in no fit shape To fall in love with
Vertaling: Hot Chip. Geen Fit State.
cubicle in the mall You gon' need another processor, To process it, I'll set it I said it! So keep running around hot headed Till you get hot leaded Till
And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where
problems, stopping ya The one man mafia that's chopping ya, till I filet ya like tallopia My glock spits, nero toxic hot bricks My synopsis make rocks
