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• Artiste: Streets (The)
• Titre: End Of The Queue
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How I relish the mood before the end of the music My health is exuberant but dented is my jewellery Trending is the music, elephants are in the room Little fairies in their shoes that are fairly near to nude My head is in a zoom between the reds and all the blues No more melodies on tunes, just a bare beat and doom Belt it in my womb, put the hairs up on my roots But let's get the coupon for your trench coat and do one Don't care to be too like these weapons that are wounded Henries that grew up into hedonism hoovers Never wanna do it but I guess we should be through I'm at the end of the queue for a bed with you How many nights does a darkness bite? Baby, you know You bring the light then there's none outside Don't turn away now Can tell what their views are by the smell of their perfume Everything communicates their every view Been fed up with food since my breakfast was puke But I'll delve into some noodles if you tell me to Feel mentally nude when I sense myself in you When you tell me something new you are pressing on a bruise I'm identical to you, every breath is accusing me Of dead things I do, reflected in view Tryna sell it to me just like I sell it to fools Let's just get the Uber and you pet me like a poodle Never want to do it but I guess we should be through I'm at the end of the queue for a bed with you How many nights does a darkness bite? Baby, you know You bring the light then there's none outside Don't turn away now Relish the mood towards the end of the music Like relish on food that my head could not chew Every penny has been spent and till the rent is due They'll put petals on the bed until they step from the room Wearing out their rouge till the merriment moves To the discotheque boogie in some Instagram boudoir From the end of the food until Wednesday noon They have dwelled in the loos on too many Tuesdays They smell a bit bookie, they should check up on their sushi Let's get to the room with digestives and brews The end of me doing anything but snoozing I'm at the end of the queue for a bed with you How many nights does a darkness bite? Baby, you know You bring the light then there's none outside Don't turn away now