Paroles de Little Boots
She caredsickle-cell hair dress
anemic fucking mess
trance-dance that cake right off the shelf: apply
Do or die, cum bucket: self-prescribed
Oh you're runnin' it
Oh you're struttin' it
Oh you're makin' a scene
Oh please, scatter me in several seeds
dripping down, down, down
Oh no ms. dirty sheets, no rings allowed
Afraid of the great white lightning
Two young boys come to the dumpster
sipping a satchel of sin
Watching those red horizons
on momma's face; peeling skin
Who'll save the queen from the duchess?
It's only a matter of time.
Retire: you golden prized fighter,
and get up the next in line.
White sense
dressed up in incest Oh you're struttin' it
Oh you're makin' a scene
Oh you're makin' a scene
Oh please, scatter me in several seeds
dripping down, down, down
Oh no ms. dirty sheets, no rings allowed
Afraid of the great white lightning
Two young boys come to the dumpster
sipping a satchel of sin
Watching those red horizons
on momma's face; peeling skin
Who'll save the queen from the duchess?
It's only a matter of time.
Retire: you golden prized fighter,
and get up the next in line.
White sense
dressed up in incest Oh you're struttin' it
Oh you're makin' a scene
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