Private Line
Private Line - Cheerleaders &; Dopedealers songtekst
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Use your face before it gets too ugly, jump into my car 'Cause you're a heartbreaker And the seven seconds sin-bin charge you the candy bar Ooh yeah, feels like I could fly! It takes you up, then it stops Head down to the underground 1,2,3,4 Gimme, gimme, gimme more! Gimme-O, Gimme-D, D-R-U-G! Make a quick buck and wash the dirt away So hypocritical Fake the big smile and be the king of the day That's what you are! He sells absolution for all even though There's nothing to buy And if you want it, sure you've got it Sold out souls are satisfied! 1,2,3,4 gimme, gimme, gimme more! First one's free dose Ended up with bleeding nose! 5,6,7,8 Laid down, dominate! Gimme-O, Gimme-D, D-R-U-G! Where are you when I need you most? Cheerleaders & Dopedealers Sweet white-line-fever dream-come-true! Come on raise the toast! Beauty is disposable, burn out role model's clone They'll leave you alone when the money's gone!