Kiss My Jazz
Kiss My Jazz - penetrator songtekst
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Spent my money on a friday night Nothing I do ever works out right Sold my soul for a cute smile Feel like second hand furniture going out of style Took my soul to a hotelroom Found myself howling beneath the moon Look pretty sick on the outside All I ever wanted was to be taken for a ride Well you know I really love you There's nothing I wouldn't do for you But lately I felt so sad and sick I would do anything just for a decent kick (c) Kiss My Jazz Words by Rudy Trouvé