| Song | Don't Get Me Wrong |
| Artist | And One |
| Album | S.T.O.P. |
| <She's got the soul, but her gut needs to run | |
| To have the marking washed about the things and like | |
| Everybody's laughing 'bout the clown in her head | |
| I start to dress me like the wise girls said | |
| Some people whisper and some people talk too much | |
| I feel the time has come, I feel the job is done | |
| Something is ridiculous, she takes my hand and say: | |
| "Don’t you want to **** me? I am ready to play!" | |
| I am the gear, she is obscene. | |
| We are the oil of the shaking bed machine. | |
| Another scream, wake up - it's your dream. | |
| That is what I mean,. | |
| Here comes a strange kind of hero. | |
| Non-formal stories that you know. | |
| Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way. | |
| Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day. | |
| She is a bee with a sting in her hand | |
| She loves a run back in my gone freezing land | |
| We fall into plans and we dropped in to the force | |
| And now she spreads her legs "You wanna ride me like a horse?" | |
| I am the gear, she is obscene. | |
| We are the oil of the shaking bed machine. | |
| Another scream, wake up - it's your dream. | |
| That is what I mean,. | |
| Here comes a strange kind of hero. | |
| Non-formal stories that you know. | |
| Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way. | |
| Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day. | |
| And now it feels like before, | |
| I know you ask for more, | |
| Don't get me wrong, here's the law.> |
| She' s got the soul, but her gut needs to run | |
| To have the marking washed about the things and like | |
| Everybody' s laughing ' bout the clown in her head | |
| I start to dress me like the wise girls said | |
| Some people whisper and some people talk too much | |
| I feel the time has come, I feel the job is done | |
| Something is ridiculous, she takes my hand and say: | |
| " Don' t you want to me? I am ready to play!" | |
| I am the gear, she is obscene. | |
| We are the oil of the shaking bed machine. | |
| Another scream, wake up it' s your dream. | |
| That is what I mean,. | |
| Here comes a strange kind of hero. | |
| Nonformal stories that you know. | |
| Don' t get me wrong, you' ll try the dark way. | |
| Don' t get me wrong, it' s not your last day. | |
| She is a bee with a sting in her hand | |
| She loves a run back in my gone freezing land | |
| We fall into plans and we dropped in to the force | |
| And now she spreads her legs " You wanna ride me like a horse?" | |
| I am the gear, she is obscene. | |
| We are the oil of the shaking bed machine. | |
| Another scream, wake up it' s your dream. | |
| That is what I mean,. | |
| Here comes a strange kind of hero. | |
| Nonformal stories that you know. | |
| Don' t get me wrong, you' ll try the dark way. | |
| Don' t get me wrong, it' s not your last day. | |
| And now it feels like before, | |
| I know you ask for more, | |
| Don' t get me wrong, here' s the law. |