Текст песни Moxy Fruvous - Hate Letter
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Bu-dup-bup-um-bwhy-yaye-yaye..... Woah... Woah... No... There was a perfume on the breeze, The moon, the trees... In a great northern open... When our love was goin' on, and on We made a home for two worlds, two strings Weee-ahhh-oooh Now I'm pacing, always Bumping into all the same things Sometimes you gotta wonder what is going on I won't miss you When it's finally final Our love is final You come home and your stuff's out on the lawn I don't think that I will miss you I don't think that I will miss you I probably won't keep in touch 'Cause I don't love you that much That much... Totally rockin', totally loose Totally decent, totally spruce (?screwsed?) Goin' to Murray's, goin' to Mike's Goin' to Jian's, ridin' on bikes Totally wicked, totally cool Mister Paul Murray totally rules Totally Sony, totally great Once in a while, to hold your head high ???, he's on the bass totally jammin', totally lax Totally headcheck, total max tax, total Joe Lewey?, totally Styx City had a hot rock band totally Lola, total ?that chips?, totally rockin, Totally loose If I love you half as much Big fat lie to the pan-man Totally decent, totally ?spruce? Totally decent, totally ?spruce? Totally decent, totally ?spruce? There was a perfume on the breeze The moon, the trees Now there's shit in the trumpet For all the bloodletting, we've still got the same disease I still got the same disease Satan in satin slippers Christ on a crooked crutch 'Cause I don't love you that much I don't love you that much, Don't love you that much I don't... No I don't love you that much No I don't love you that much Yeah, I don't love you that much... (bird sounds and drums fade out) Yeah... look at the clouds... I love this one Look at the earthquakes Wow... it's... an oldie! Yeah... yeah... Look at the moon that the light of the sun makes. You could use either a banjo or dobro Look at the leaves la, loo, loo, la, sumina, la, la, la... Loose and free doo bop loose and... Look at these tiny things botherin' me. Смотрите также:
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