Song | I Killed The Cuckoo |
Artist | The Geraldine Fibbers |
Album | Butch |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bozulich, Fitzgerald, Tutton | |
With your pussy lite feather flight lonely | |
Hour later I killed the cuckoo | |
The clock is dead once and for all | |
Till the next time I run in with you | |
Doesn't her smile smack of starvation | |
Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
In a word it's suicide like everything else | |
No no no no baby doll | |
Don't take no for an answer baby doll | |
Take your pill and wash it down with perfume | |
I'm in bed ready to be exhumed | |
You might think I hate you... | |
Got a strong true heart blue heart baby smart | |
Lay me lower than I prayed for sweety heart | |
In the end you crash into a milk truck | |
I can see it in the tea leaves you're fucked. | |
Doesn't her smile smack of starvation | |
Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
In a word it's suicide like everything else | |
You might think I hate you... | |
Doesn't her smile smack of starvation | |
Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
In a word it's suicide like everything else | |
With your pussy lite feather flight lonely | |
Hour later I killed the cuckoo |
zuo qu : Bozulich, Fitzgerald, Tutton | |
With your pussy lite feather flight lonely | |
Hour later I killed the cuckoo | |
The clock is dead once and for all | |
Till the next time I run in with you | |
Doesn' t her smile smack of starvation | |
Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
In a word it' s suicide like everything else | |
No no no no baby doll | |
Don' t take no for an answer baby doll | |
Take your pill and wash it down with perfume | |
I' m in bed ready to be exhumed | |
You might think I hate you... | |
Got a strong true heart blue heart baby smart | |
Lay me lower than I prayed for sweety heart | |
In the end you crash into a milk truck | |
I can see it in the tea leaves you' re fucked. | |
Doesn' t her smile smack of starvation | |
Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
In a word it' s suicide like everything else | |
You might think I hate you... | |
Doesn' t her smile smack of starvation | |
Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
In a word it' s suicide like everything else | |
With your pussy lite feather flight lonely | |
Hour later I killed the cuckoo |
zuò qǔ : Bozulich, Fitzgerald, Tutton | |
With your pussy lite feather flight lonely | |
Hour later I killed the cuckoo | |
The clock is dead once and for all | |
Till the next time I run in with you | |
Doesn' t her smile smack of starvation | |
Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
In a word it' s suicide like everything else | |
No no no no baby doll | |
Don' t take no for an answer baby doll | |
Take your pill and wash it down with perfume | |
I' m in bed ready to be exhumed | |
You might think I hate you... | |
Got a strong true heart blue heart baby smart | |
Lay me lower than I prayed for sweety heart | |
In the end you crash into a milk truck | |
I can see it in the tea leaves you' re fucked. | |
Doesn' t her smile smack of starvation | |
Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
In a word it' s suicide like everything else | |
You might think I hate you... | |
Doesn' t her smile smack of starvation | |
Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
In a word it' s suicide like everything else | |
With your pussy lite feather flight lonely | |
Hour later I killed the cuckoo |