Woorden:
Chicks On Speed Other

it from the bedroom window a large blue city rising over the hill they came to my house, lounged around, on the wood floor they lay, eating duck pate on

on for the ride concorde take-off plastered to the back of my seat pink finger nail polish on your right breast eating your pussy and all around

Like pale shadows moving slowly through high-rise suburban streets hit by another auto dodging fast passing objects get up, run quick if you can johnny

side, a statement of style, es tut mir leid. wimps they come, wimps they go, we'll talk about you on our radio show. deep down they say i'm vermin

well good night, sweet dreams go to hell the pope, he says you really smell twinkle twinkle titty-twister bubblebath and then the toaster nowhere left but on

sex me We chose each other, you actin like you chose me They oppose you then, they oppose me We could creep at a low speed, the gat in the hosiery Double

others follow Show them you ain't bullshittin' and you ain't hollow But I saw you talkin' to that chick up over there I heard you ask her why she on my

she must be out of her mind she tell her girlfriends oh he is mine they reply word he is fine and they click over i am on the other line these girls

only give hairline fractures Women flash us, don't know, ya better ask us A bastard, wit' more contacts than Lens Crafters Tear down the rafters, venerials couldn't clap us You need practice, hit chicks