The Spinanes
The Spinanes - Greetings From The Sugar Lick songtekst
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Stuck listening for amusement To tall tales of perfect unions Knocked out in the free round The view sways into carpet And gives way to blacking out You oughta be here, dear With your nice cars and old man bars Well give me a break, make him strong this time All your bad plays, morning after days Don't mean a thing to this hair-of-the-dog crowd You say she needs it Do you think she needs it We'll meet at your house, have it all out Pull your clothes off let's get this over with Wash your mouth out Swirl it around Booth-sitter, trash-tipper All your weak complaints They're just one more day gone wrong You think she needs you Show it cold-strutter, bad lover Hot shit, sugar rim licker It's the twelfth night of the twelfth of never We're just as classic and nowhere as pleasant