Tytuł: Piano

• Wykonawca: Tricky
• Wyświetleń: 202

To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
   To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
   To the games pays to blame
   To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
   Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
   See her come, take her kindly
   She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
   She is lifeline to the heartbeat
   Can't feel the heartbeat
   To the flowers, to the bunches,
   To the lunches, to the punches
   To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
   To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
   To the games pays to blame
   To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
   Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
   See her come, take her kindly
   She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
   She is lifeline to the heartbeat
   Can't feel the heartbeat
   To the flowers, to the bunches,
   To the lunches, to the punches
   To the good, to the clean
   And i'll be you're ugly
   To the occasion, to the lie
   Kiss beneath, bridge of size
   Not some moaning, until they homing
   And they spoil it all
   To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
   To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
   To the games pays to blame
   To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
   Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
   See her come, take her kindly
   She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
   She is lifeline to the heartbeat
   Can't feel the heartbeat
   To the flowers, to the bunches,
   To the lunches, to the punches
   To the good, to the clean
   And i'll be you're ugly
   To the occasion, to the lie
   Kiss beneath, bridge of size
   Not some moaning, until they homing
   And they spoil it all
   Not some moaning, until they homing
   Not some moaning, until they homing
   To the good, to the clean
   And i'll be you're ugly
   To the occasion, to the lie
   Kiss beneath, bridge of size
   Not some moaning, until they homing
   Not some moaning, until they homing
   To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
   To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
   To the games pays to blame
   To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
   Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
   See her come, take her kindly
   She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
   She is lifeline to the heartbeat
   Can't feel the heartbeat
   To the flowers, to the bunches,
   To the lunches, to the punches