Suffocated Love

Stampa   |   Correggere

Tricky:
It's too good
It's too nice
She makes me feel it's too quick
Is it love?
No not love
She turns me sexual tricks
She says she's mine, i know she lies
First, i scream, then i cry
You take a second of me
You beckon, i'll bleed
She suffocates me
She suffocates me with suggestions
I asked 'do you feel the same?'
And later on, maybe
I'll tell you my real name
She's so good, she's so bad
You understand, I can't expand
Ahah, now I could just kill a man
She's on her knees, i say please
I cross her city lines, she's got brown eyes

Martina:
I think ahead of you, i think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, i know why

Tricky:
Forgive and you're forgiven
Kingdom come
Can you wait for yours, i need to taste some
Life's really funny, i laugh while she spends my money
She's my freak
I guess i'm weak
You ask what is this?
Mind your business
I pass my idle days with my idle ways
'Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm, but we never kiss
She cuts my slender wrists
Let's waste some more time
I sign the dotted line
A different level
She-devil

Martina:
I think ahead of you, i think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, i know why

Tricky:
You ask what is this?
Mind your business
I pass my idle days with my idle ways
'Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm but we never kiss
She says i'm weak and immature
But it's cool
I know what money's for
Push comes to shove,
Her tongue's her favourite weapon on attack
I slap her back, she mostly hates me

Martina:
I think ahead of you, i think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, i know why

Tricky:
Can i take off your clothes
Before we go out
And when you're helpless, i'll scream and shout
We finish everyday
Well, anyway
Sixty-nine degrees
My head's between your knees
You ask what is this?
Mind your business
It's too good
It's too nice
She makes me feel it's too quick
Is it love?
No not love
She turns me sexual tricks
She says she's mine, i know she lies
First, i scream, then i cry
Take a second of me
You beckon, i'll bleed
Take a second of me

Martina:
I think ahead of you, i think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, i know why X2






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