loversland Songtext
von Fousheé

One, two, three, uh
Hey, hey, hey
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha


The Daniel Luna, I′m so compassionate
Your Dalai Lama, maker of our romance
I'm cherry chapstick, you take your tongue on a dance
Ha, ha, ha, ha
My breakfast balance, your glass of orange juice
I got the talent, you wanna hear the truth
I′m here to tell it, I'm here to shake the room
Ha, ha, ha, ha

You make me miserable, sick and upset
You're only giving it fifty percent
Come down to lovers′ lane, yeah (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Don′t get your leather all up in a bunch
You must be so fond of sipping the punch
Come down to lovers' lane, yeah