To the noose, to the neck, to the boots, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pains to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it same
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, totaly cunning
She is dark heart, no soul, no soul
She is life line to the heartbeat
I can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the noose, to the neck, to the boots, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pains to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it same
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, totaly cunning
She is dark heart, no soul, no soul
She is life line to the heartbeat
I can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the good, to the clean
And i'll be you're ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
We kiss beneath, bridge of sighs
Lots of moaning, until they home in
And they spoil it all
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pains to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it same
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, totaly cunning
She is dark heart, no soul, no soul
She is life line to the heartbeat
Can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the good, to the clean
And i'll be you're ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
We kiss beneath, bridge of sighs
Lots of moaning, until they home in
And they spoil it all
Lots of moaning, until they home in
Lots of moaning, until they home in
To the good, to the clean
And i'll be you're ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
We kiss beneath, bridge of sighs
Lots of moaning, until they home in
Lots of moaning, until they home in
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pains to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it same
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, totaly cunning
She is dark heart, no soul, no soul
She is life line to the heartbeat
Can't feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
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