Paroles de Don't Get Me Wrong

She's got the soul, but her gut needs to run To have the marking washed about the things and like Everybody's laughing 'bout the clown in her head I start to dress me like the wise girls said Some people whisper and some people talk too much I feel the time has come, I feel the job is done Something is ridiculous, she takes my hand and say Don’t you want to fuck me? I am ready to play! I am the gear, she is obscene We are the oil of the shaking bed machine Another scream, wake up - it's your dream That is what I mean Here comes a strange kind of hero Non-formal stories that you know Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day She is a bee with a sting in her hand She loves a run back in my gone freezing land We fall into plans and we dropped in to the force And now she spreads her legs "you wanna ride me like a horse?" I am the gear, she is obscene We are the oil of the shaking bed machine Another scream, wake up - it's your dream That is what I mean Here comes a strange kind of hero Non-formal stories that you know Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day And now it feels like before I know you ask for more Don't get me wrong, here's the law