Paroles Deviants de Happy Mondays

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We're deviants we need this shitUps, downs, imbetweenisistsWe're deviants we need this shitUps, downs, imbetweenisistsShe flicks itShe kicks itShe jibs itShe licks itRepeats itShe treats itShe greets itAnd eats itAnd crunch itAnd munch itAnd squeeze itBunch it and loose itAbuse it and chews itAnd spews itHey Shaun, have you got the number of a guy with some?Sure Mick,let me tell you this I got tons of em'Think you got room for gun my son?What do you think I'am a Fucking deviantHey Shaun, have you got the number of a guy with some?Let me tell you this I got tons of em'Well use the phone and get the guy to comeWhat do you think I'am a Fucking deviantPedal to the metal with the devil on the dashFender bender chasing and I'm running out of gasRoll another cigarette and order up some smackBeen fishing for the faces and I caught it patRaping, pillaging burning down the villagesDon't say nothing til' I give you permissionEngine shot when it low on fumes,Engine shot with a sharp-shooting cowboy in my rear viewHey Mickey D. hope you got that keysYou mean the one with highs and lows up his sleevesMickey D. hope you got a dirty bird for meHey, I hope you think my kid sisters' sweetHey Mickey D. hope you got that keysYou mean the one with highs and lows up his sleevesWho cares if you think my kid sisters sweetWe're deviants we need this shitUps, downs, imbetweenisistsWe're deviants we need this shitUps, downs, imbetweenisistsShe banged itAnd shaved itAnd shagged itAnd scragged itNosed it & eyed itSpunked it & dried itShe lost it & squashed itGroped it & boshed itWell it may have looked like a juicy to JellybeanBut I didn't half smile.Hey Shaun,didn't you say you had numbers fora guy or two,Well sure,let me check the bib I've got tons of em'Are you gonna get us a guy to comeWhat do you think I'm a fucking deviantHey Shaun,didn't you say you had numbers fora guy to comeWell sure,let me check the bib I've got tons of em'If I give em' a call, do you think there'll comeWhat do you think I am a fucking deviantLove is the air (It's everywhere)We're deviantxs

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