miserable moaner Songtext
von daryl dee
miserable moaner Songtext
Let′s get to the back of, the club, c'mon dude, get loose
Shake a tail, killer whale, dripping on my front and backside
Such a lovely easy fun time
I wanna get you started
Let′s get to the back of, the stalls, c'mon dude, get loose
Win or fail, killer whale, lemme see you walk the dog, oh I'm
Losing my obsessive little mind
Just watching you get wasted
Staring at the sky, god you look so pretty
Sweat runs down your thighs, high above the city
Roll back in your head, hum for me a tune
Whatever fits your mood, whatever rocks my bed
Staring at the sky, god you look so pretty
Sweat runs down your thighs, high above the city
Roll back in your head, hum for me a tune
Whatever fits your mood, whatever rocks my bed
Wrapped around my finger, dragged across the apex
Of my blank head, clear it up instead of giving me the chance
Fall victim to your trance, concocted of the past, a romance
Get my head in the game, I′ve got demons to serve, I′ve got
Nothing in my pockets cause my hands got the nerve, to go and
Reach into the crowd to find your hands at the end, but when I
Try it for real, I get a one-night stand
Fake
Fake
Fake
My eyes are full of stars and my head is full of ho-
Five six seven eight
Fake
Fake
"The actual impact, but it's got the reverb, right?"
Lemme turn it down just a little bit and-
Shake a tail, killer whale, dripping on my front and backside
Such a lovely easy fun time
I wanna get you started
Let′s get to the back of, the stalls, c'mon dude, get loose
Win or fail, killer whale, lemme see you walk the dog, oh I'm
Losing my obsessive little mind
Just watching you get wasted
Staring at the sky, god you look so pretty
Sweat runs down your thighs, high above the city
Roll back in your head, hum for me a tune
Whatever fits your mood, whatever rocks my bed
Staring at the sky, god you look so pretty
Sweat runs down your thighs, high above the city
Roll back in your head, hum for me a tune
Whatever fits your mood, whatever rocks my bed
Wrapped around my finger, dragged across the apex
Of my blank head, clear it up instead of giving me the chance
Fall victim to your trance, concocted of the past, a romance
Get my head in the game, I′ve got demons to serve, I′ve got
Nothing in my pockets cause my hands got the nerve, to go and
Reach into the crowd to find your hands at the end, but when I
Try it for real, I get a one-night stand
Fake
Fake
Fake
My eyes are full of stars and my head is full of ho-
Five six seven eight
Fake
Fake
"The actual impact, but it's got the reverb, right?"
Lemme turn it down just a little bit and-
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