lean back and watch the show
cuz when it's over I'll have to go
the memories of this lonely street
her movemets came out through the sheets
I drove so close, I felt the breath
of nicotine and innocence
lazy day with video
colored back, enjoying coke
talking shit is what I'm paid for
kissing schol girls on thestage
killing flies and drowning sparrows
the show gets hot when they are crying
why can't I find the spot
of never-ending title shot
thank hell that I can tell
the city girls from raspberries
psychological theories
of ultra f*cking siamese
wasted in the sumer shade
bathing in the dead man's blaze
purple sweat drops frommy candle
the way she smiles into the camera
rainy days behinde the tv
giant cheese-cakes take away my fantasy
please touch his soul
please heal his soul
please touch his wounds
please take off your clothes
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lean back and watch the show
cuz when it's over I'll have to go
the memories of this lonely street
her movemets came out through the sheets
I drove so close, I felt the breath
of nicotine and innocence
lazy day with video
colored back, enjoying coke
talking shit is what I'm paid for
kissing schol girls on thestage
killing flies and drowning sparrows
the show gets hot when they are crying
why can't I find the spot
of never-ending title shot
thank hell that I can tell
the city girls from raspberries
psychological theories
of ultra f*cking siamese
wasted in the sumer shade
bathing in the dead man's blaze
purple sweat drops frommy candle
the way she smiles into the camera
rainy days behinde the tv
giant cheese-cakes take away my fantasy
please touch his soul
please heal his soul
please touch his wounds
please take off your clothes
cuz when it's over I'll have to go
the memories of this lonely street
her movemets came out through the sheets
I drove so close, I felt the breath
of nicotine and innocence
lazy day with video
colored back, enjoying coke
talking shit is what I'm paid for
kissing schol girls on thestage
killing flies and drowning sparrows
the show gets hot when they are crying
why can't I find the spot
of never-ending title shot
thank hell that I can tell
the city girls from raspberries
psychological theories
of ultra f*cking siamese
wasted in the sumer shade
bathing in the dead man's blaze
purple sweat drops frommy candle
the way she smiles into the camera
rainy days behinde the tv
giant cheese-cakes take away my fantasy
please touch his soul
please heal his soul
please touch his wounds
please take off your clothes