Twenty ninth of May, 1985
A
Intro:
Crazy?
Hehehe
Well, you're a city boy ain't ya (looking pretty boy)
City
(Instrumental)
Temper frayed and sanctified,
Delivered up
Nail my soul to the bathroom wall
She sits alone, waiting for sugestions.
He so nervous, avoiding
Three jabs punches the man
Three jabs punches the man
Shut the fuck up!
I´m a
Finger Lickin´ Good
Finger Lickin´ Good
No secrets, no devotion anymore
No
hey kids
prung tangs here
oh yeah
she's all damn rich
knows where to
Wet/hate hands admitted,
and...
Get around get around I get around
everyday my thoughts are consumed by winning
i must win and
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