Okay, go then!<br /> Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink,<br /> Of the money, of the weakness that you can`t conceive<br /> And the polls of your will love your vanity, you believe<br /> <br /> Oh, all the rust will corrupt your fight,<br /> `Cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight,<br /> So the petite the baby blows you away in 4play, 4play<br /> I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3<br /> <br /> Oh, look at me I love gleefully, `cos my teeth are full of women,<br /> They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent<br /> All again, again<br /> <br /> Oh, hard enough are your muscles` depth, <br /> `Cos your smelly little belly filled with contraband<br /> See the walls, smash the pot and aggressive fuzz<br /> How I laugh, laugh<br /> I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3<br /> <br /> I, I, I, I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah<br /> I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah
Compositores: Deborah Ann Dyer (Skin), Martin Ivor Kent (Ace), Richard Keith Lewis (Cass) ECAD: Obra #16852397