ParolesP.S. Junket '82

The Clamor

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Dernière mise à jour le: 20 janvier 2023

What′s shaking in the new year? It's a soft sun at the poolside She′s my blonde assassin

In her space shoes And Bananarama On her Kuwahara Let them daydream instead it's a safe retreat Because inside hides a Frankenstein on shameful hospital sheets Lying there in warm sheep's clothing and man she really loves those pills She′s on the pawnshop junket and then she′s off to the greyhounds, man Hey look who's here rocking up in nylons Splash your hair around I recite the sagas at the massacre His recessive genes hide cannibal designs He′s your Tarzan in formaldehyde Let them daydream instead of summer escapes You were born on the Sweetwater banks but it's your sour heart that I taste Venus loves the anarchy and in a piping hot teenage dream She split the scene with an eclipsing wink in a tank top and Jordache jeans (Hey, look out) Hug your pillows because she′s in love again She likes his hairline, he likes her daughters And now they're moving like, like young mourners It was a massacre in the daylight Let them daydream instead it′s a safe retreat Because inside hides a Frankenstein on shameful hospital sheets (You're innocent I bet you are) Lying there in warm sheep's clothing and man she really loves those pills She′s on the lam with a matchstick man and they′re headed for Jacksonville Hey, look out

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