Text písně Dance Club Massacre: You're What The French Call

You're What The French Call


No, but you're wrong For so god damn long I've been waiting for service Adorable this place is adorable, but far too expensive I propose retirement
What, no lime? No cute little umbrella? Oh no baby, this ain't attitude, it's baditude Have you looked into the devil's eyes? I didn't think so Do you have the golden touch such only gods of great stature like Dr Jones possesses? I didn't think so Needless to say, I'm not impressed
Okay, here's the truth, I smashed a lot of empty beer bottles that night Hey dissed and dismissed No, can't blame her







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