sábado, dezembro 16, 2006

Sofa Song

The city freeze for
I just realised
I don't like you
Me and my girl
Are going out for some air

And I will do my best
Oh just to get under her dress...

Got you on if I can
On the other side of my sofa
Won't you come on over
Other side of my sofa
Oh won't you come on over

The city heated up
It got blurry cause
I'd had enough
And he tried to take your soul
But didn't realise you keep it in a different hole
Won't you come on over
other side of my sofa
Oh won't you come on over

So here he comes, a man with
A loaded gun, I don't know if he
Wants my soul or my
Cash flow,
I s'pose I don't know
So here he comes, a man with a
A loaded gun I don't know if he
Wants my girl's heart or her pearls
I s'pose I don't know
I s'pose I don't know
I s'pose I don't know
I s'pose I don't know
I s'pose I don't know

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