Woorden: Urusei Yatsura. Otras Canciones. Fake Fur.

:
take me for chinese food at midnight
we’ve got transfer tattoos yatsura
yeah, the hairslide in your hair
your lipstick underwear
convince me that you care
but you’re not listening

you, come on over
cool, never falter
true, you’ve got something no one sees

wrapped in fake fur and fact or fiction
you want to be your own religion
yeah, a swedish air hostess
cannot feel so depressed
it seems like you’re the naz
for one so young now
please, bite my bloody
knee, never set me
free, you’ve got something no one needs

drop that ming vase and hold me closer
don’t you think that it’s time to alter
sure, you’ve heard it all before
your diamonds on the floor
there must be something more
so make it happen

you, come on over
cool, never falter
true, we’ve got something no-one sees
please, bite my bloody
knee, never set me
free, you’ve got something no-one needs

kissyfur I do
kissyfur it’s you
kissyfur I always will