It's the S, the L, the I, the M Let me tell you what I wanna do Let me show you that I'm feelin' you Wanna freak, wanna ride with you Wanna taste, wanna
think twice, take time and realign be careful of how youve misused your design ten times, ten times youve risked it all this time theres no one left to
Screaming at the sun and I might have spilled a little moonshine on my head Didn't have to run, but there was no one left behind 'cept for the dead I
Cold winds may blow o'er the icy sea But I'll take with me the warmth of thee A taste of honey A taste much sweeter than wine He will return He will
Tell her you care each time you speak Make it her birthday each day of the week Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things Roses and lollipops and
Tangerine, she is all they claim With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame Tangerine, when she dances by Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh
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Baby, you know what I want you to do I want you to take this one peach And put it inside me and taste it so I can cream Peaches and cream Oh, baby give
There's something moving under your skin I saw it creeping in there It eats you slowly from within I watch you growing thinner Your blood is thick and
I want it with whipped cream on it baby gimme gimme gimme your love 'cause I'm hungry you can't keep it from me lord knows you got more than enough.
Imagine humanity's decline Step inside my stain of mind Infesting superiority Infectious immorality, oh yeah Come worship the place no truths are told
with this loathe engrained in me i falter in despair i perish away in my taint of shame lost, astray again... lapsed in the enchantress mind submissive
It's the S the L the I the M Let me tell you what I wanna do, Let me show you that I'm feelin' you Wanna have sex, wanna ride with you Wanna taste, wanna
I've got a brain But it gives me pain to have this brain What can i say? It's such a shame you turned away You've had the best of everything And left
Well, it's the two baddest, long haired, motherfuckers right here People call us dirt bags and you know that we just don't care If you relate to this
[Chorus] Mmm.. I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right) It took a whole lot of tah-ryin Just to get up that
Roman land Of Roman sands And Roman sons. As I watch the sun sink down On the bloodred edge Of the bloodred town There are shadows for sale On the edge
You're into fashion Oh, yeah, but I'm into jeans You're into martinis But I'm into pop machines CHORUS You love romantic nights But honey, love and satin
