Fitzpleasure Songtext
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Fitzpleasure Songtext
Dead in the middle of the C-O double M-O-N
Little did I know then
That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
Tall woman, pull the pylons down
And wrap them around the necks
Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next
In your shining of the guilty pleasure
In your shining of the guilty pleasure
Dead in the middle of the C-O double M-O-N
Little did I know then
That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
Tall woman, pull the pylons down
And wrap them around the necks
Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next
In your shining of the guilty pleasure
In your shining of the guilty pleasure
In your hoof lies the heartland
Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure
It′s all in your, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom guilty pleasure
Little did I know then
That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
Tall woman, pull the pylons down
And wrap them around the necks
Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next
In your shining of the guilty pleasure
In your shining of the guilty pleasure
Dead in the middle of the C-O double M-O-N
Little did I know then
That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
Tall woman, pull the pylons down
And wrap them around the necks
Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next
In your shining of the guilty pleasure
In your shining of the guilty pleasure
In your hoof lies the heartland
Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure
It′s all in your, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom guilty pleasure
Writer(s): Joe Jerome Newman, Thomas Stuart Green, Augustus Figaro Niso Unger-hamilton, Gwilym David Dylan Sainsbury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
