My hole, I'll get my hole, I'll get my hole Get my hole, get my hole and I'll find out more. It's a choo-choo train, a rocket launch If we have a hormone race i'm bound to finish first.
Can you see in the dark? Can you see the look on your face? The flashing white light's been turned off, You don't know know who's in your bed.
It takes more than fucking someone you don't know to keep warm. Do you really think that for a house-beat you'll find your love in a hole? (?)
Oh, you won't find love in a, Won't find love in a hole. It takes more than fucking someone to keep yourself warm.
I'm drunk, I'm drunk And you're probably on pills If we've both got the same diseases It's irrelevant girl And the room fills with steam Oh, evaporates disappears My point of entry is the same way That I leave
Can you see in the dark? Can you see the look on your face? The flashing white light's been turned off You don't know know who's in your bed.
It takes more than fucking someone you don't know to keep warm. Do you really think that for a house-beat you'll find your love in a hole? (?)
But, you won't find love in a, won't find love in a hole. It takes more than fucking someone to keep yourself warm.
You won't find love in a, won't find love in a hole. It takes more than fucking someone to keep yourself- SEE in the dark! Can you see the look in your face? The flashing white light's been turned off You don't know know who's in your bed.
It takes more than fucking someone you don't know to keep warm Do you really think that for a house-beat you'll find your love in a hole?
Compositores: David William Lawrence Kennedy, Grant David Hutchison, Scott John Hutchison (Scott Hutchison) ECAD: Obra #5915892 Fonograma #24394724