Tunng
Tunng - Hustle lyrics
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* Hustle When I come home you wont be there any more When I come home you wont be there any more And you will tear off your clothes and kiss the floor When I come home, home, home When I see land you will conjuror up a storm When I see land you will conjuror up a storm And I will tie your hand to the highest mast When I see land, land, land And we will hustle hustle hustle to be free Free from all the Happy thoughts and smiles under the sea In favour of the Mean, mean, moves, And back doors to the heart from where we Always, always fall apart And you will slide on the back seat of my bike And you will slide on the back seat of my bike And I will ride you home drunken in the rain And you will win again and again Now its your turn you will tie me to the tree Now its your turn you will tie me to the tree And you will sing and sing forever you and me But in the dark you wonder what I see And we will hustle hustle hustle to be free Free from all the Happy thoughts and smiles under under the sea In favour of the Mean, mean, moves, And back doors to the heart from where we Always, always fall apart