instructmental
Vertaling: Sting. 'N soort van Loving.
to go Here comes another show Hail hail a sting in the tail Hail hail a sting in the tail Hail hail a sting in the tail Hail hail a sting in the tail
From such a familiar place I've come to terms and work In this ribald downtrodden state It's subliminal friction Under a kind veneer And a form of cold
hat Cats wanna be around her shine She wants to party, have a good time She feels kind of hot me feelin' feelin' fine Diggin' all her life just to get a
love's such a force if you find yourself in it You need some time for reflection You say, baby wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute
you told me 40 reasons why I am singing My head is turning and my heart is stinging and You have got me on a string That kind of love can be a lonely
Now something on the surface it stings I said something on the surface well it kind of makes me nervous Who says that you deserve this and what kind
test, not a pain or sting This I presume that the bitch is kind of clean Unzip the Trojan, better safe than sorry Stretched it to fit, told it feel like calamari Am I makin' love
this rollercoaster 'til the wheels fall off And I'ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes soft [Murs] Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind
day It takes more than biscuit, baby, to chase these blues away I've got a long enough leash I could almost hang myself It's a dogs life loving you baby But you love
'm a simple man, it's no big mystery In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love Search my house with
faithless women who despise them I'll be in Barbados in a couple of weeks With a rum on the table and yarns by the yard A story to tell and a story to
got more game than Coleco I'm a freak hoe, call me sick Three foot nine with a ten foot dick The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick And rake through kind like a
back in this bitch With a parking sandwich and a chicken ticket I got a liquid face lift from a fig with big tits And my wrist got twisted by a Brit with
drops, progeny of that torment, And anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine A
Give me anything yeah and I can handle it Call me a psychic and I'll channel Just a little bit of all that shit And you can help me knock it down brick
take the love you gave me away Hurt the love you gave me Hurt the man who loves you Hurt the love you gave me Hurt the man who loves you Hurt the love
