О чем может написать хорошую песню хороший английский автор?
Правильно, про fuck. А о чем еще писать, о футболе, что ли...
beside, astride her, I die inside her
it’s far to sacred, don’t ever fake itspace monkey in the place to be
riding in a rocket to a planet of sound
shooting the moon, playing dominoes in drag
an increase in population of a hundred percent
space monkey in the place to be
with a chemical peel and a picture of Mary
out on a limb in the carnival of me
raising the temperature one hundred degrees
we're sown together, she's born to mesmer
beside, astride her, I die inside her
space monkey in the place to be
a mass of contradictions in a golden frame
raising the roof in a calamity way
completely meretricious of a poke in the eye
space monkey in the place to be
talk of the town with a colombian rock
out on a limb in the carnival of me
raising the temperature one hundred degrees
we're sown together, she's born to mesmer
beside astride her, I die inside her
it's far too sacred, don't ever fake it
and don't, and don't, and don't let me down
like you let me down before
space monkey in the place to be
with some free association and a hole in her head
out on a limb in the carnival of me
raising the temperature one hundred degrees
we're sown together, she's born to mesmer
beside, astride her, I die inside her
it's far too sacred, don't ever fake it
and don't, and don't, and don't let me down
like you let me down beforeЯ чего собственно вспомнила. Какой красивый флешмоб, совсем как Home...
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