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• Artiste: Ugly Cassanova
• Titre: Spilled Milk Factory
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Tease your neck, kiss your spitless mouth, if you have another taste to taste. Carry my body, drive my rider home if you take another bad bet. Mumbled had a rumble and I stumbled down the stairs, smellin just like lumber but my baby don't care. We went up town, down town, everwhere between. There was so much spilled milk we could've had a factory. Silver poor house, plastic lungs, my bones, if you take another look. Gills of wine, slow on five. I know when you're railing on another baby. Sweat basted teenagers lookin all around. I see your babies crawlin all over the ground. They go, "Goo-goo ga-ga" what the hells that mean. Not even I know where I am, so don't go look for me. Tease your neck, kiss your spitless mouth, if you have another taste to taste. Carry my body, drive my rider home if you take another bad bet. Things go dark light dark light day after day. The flies weren't invited but they wouldn't go away. The blanks were filled out filled in but never complete. There were so many dreams that there was no time to sleep. Silver poor house, plastic lungs, my bones, if you take another look. Gills of wine, slow on five. I know when you're railing on another baby. Not a point to make, dodged a bullet, dredged the lake, I had one bite of wedding cake and I about threw up. I see bridesmaids bridesmaids lookin for a man. One drink and I think I'll marry him. Tease your neck, kiss your spitless mouth, if you have another taste to taste. Carry my body, drive my rider home if you take another bad bet. Mumbled had a rumble and I stumbled down the stairs, smellin just like lumber but my baby don't care. We went up town, down town, everwhere between. There was so much spilled milk we could've had a factory. Silver poor house, plastic lungs, my bones, if you take another look. Gills of wine, slow on five. I know when you're railing on another baby.