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• Artiste: Sunset Rubdown
• Titre: The Empty Threats Of Little Lord
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If I ever hurt you It will be in self-defense If I ever hurt you It will be in self-defense Podiums as high as the gallows are low Swing low, swing low, swing low. You are a beast and I am serving up your supper You are a beast and I am serving up your supper Oh, oh, oh... What will you do when they drink us all down? Will you slam your fist down on the table? 'Cause I'm not that kind of whore No, I'm not that kind of whore No, I'm not that kind of whore But I am a little lord. No, I'm not that kind of whore But I am a little lord. No, I'm not that kind of whore But I am a little lord. Lord, grant me, gracious, I am burning up inside. There are snakes out in the night; All these kids have gone astray; There are women with no meaning to their names When we say them... they are worse to win For never over sinful days... So if I ever hurt you It will be in self-defense And if I ever hurt you It will be in self-defense If you ever come at me I will hurt you If you ever come at me I will hurt you If you ever come at me, You snake. You snake You snake You snake I wish you the best, you snake. You are self-professed, you snake. My heart's in my chest, you snake. You can have the rest, you snake. I wish you the best, you snake. You are self-professed, you snake. My heart's in my chest, you snake. You can have the rest, you snake...