Sunday, November 05, 2006

it´s wrong to want more then a folk song













Falling for the creep the body leech here he comes
Vicious hypnosis, a clenched fist saying it's wrong
To want more than a folk song
Underneath the shaker knit he's a brick wall
She keep falling for the trick vegetariate sing-along
Give a little kick with your fine thigh high...

Doo-doo-doo we’re on to you
Tearing her down, talking her down under your breath
Making a mess, see she is happy you wanna break it.