It's possible to feel what's in the air
that's real
it runs throughout your hair
black pants
bright like your glossy eyes
rush in the vein
wind of ecstasy owns my brain
I tried to tie my emotion up
but it always wants to explode around
and overpasses the sound
Biggle, please don't cry
look at the audience in the stereo
sometimes shame is a difficult affair
my problem, in fact, is to care
too much!
too much about the eyes and the fashion
too much thinking about silly passion
too much about bodies and furious hands
I...
I wanna die in front of you
to get my dick sucked, friend asshole
and don't look at the mirror again
Did I make it plain?
I'm so surreal
I can sweat out wearing just a blouse
feet, hands, soul, armpits and the ground
when I make love there with a fat, hairy guy
my ass is the worst one
it is sleazy but still stinks and then
I feel the water dropping and stains my jeans
my dream is to wake up dry and t'row out D' spray tan
Biggle, please don't cry
look at the audience in the stereo
sometimes shame is a difficult affair
my problem, in fact, is to care
too much!
too much about the eyes and the fashion
too much thinking about silly passion
too much about bodies and furious hands
I...
I wanna die in front of you
to get my dick sucked, friend asshole
and don't look at the mirror again
Did I make it plain?
I'll never wear a warm sweater
I'll never get to cut my hair (by my own!)
I'll never dress that dress that I wore
when I was alone at home
I'll never have sex while I pee
I promise I'll do the best things for me
and I swear I'll never be called freak
as long as I hold my breath...
Ada Kayama composes songs and this blog is a base in which she posts lyrics made by herself.
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Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Hamburger King
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He's the Hamburger king
Pink sneakers and Texas cap
Baseball match pops in his head
Girl's bras taste like whiskey Red
I guess he missed his little fuckin' Ted
Glossy blue sunglasses, don't care
his dream is to burn his hair
Skateboard bleeding, surf is bloody
When I'll come around, remember to hurry up!
Telephone number written in diamonds
If he got that girl, he'd really go beyond
No books in the shelves, no dirt in the heart
Gold, silver and limo: All to use hard
Dollar is so up, enjoy this little time
Tramps like dicks and strong, young boys kind
Shopping Style, Gangnam Style and lipstick on balls
Or she takes it off, or he'll fuck her baby doll
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He's the Hamburger king
He walks with his silly crown
He talks to his silly crowd
He loves a fool Circus clown
He's the Hamburger king
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He's the Hamburger king
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He's the Hamburger king
Pink sneakers and Texas cap
Baseball match pops in his head
Girl's bras taste like whiskey Red
I guess he missed his little fuckin' Ted
Glossy blue sunglasses, don't care
his dream is to burn his hair
Skateboard bleeding, surf is bloody
When I'll come around, remember to hurry up!
Telephone number written in diamonds
If he got that girl, he'd really go beyond
No books in the shelves, no dirt in the heart
Gold, silver and limo: All to use hard
Dollar is so up, enjoy this little time
Tramps like dicks and strong, young boys kind
Shopping Style, Gangnam Style and lipstick on balls
Or she takes it off, or he'll fuck her baby doll
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He's the Hamburger king
He walks with his silly crown
He talks to his silly crowd
He loves a fool Circus clown
He's the Hamburger king
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He walks with his silly crown
He's the Hamburger king
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