1. |
Fantasy Land
04:09
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i have no bills
i have no plans
i need to sacrifice
everything that i have
i need to run away
from where my
conscience lies
i want to see the world
from inbetween her thighs
im going to fantasy
la la land
fantasy
la la land
reality has become
way to bland
im going to fantasy
la la land
there are no rules
it all belongs to me
where the boobalos roam
is where m ment to be
i want to change the world
i want the world to see
that behind closed doors
is where i am free
I love it
I love it
I hate it
I hate it
I love it
I love it
I hate it
with you.
So eat all my food
and smoke all my smokes
take my everything
take off all my clothes
i need to realize
you're not what i need
but behind your door
is where i'm free
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2. |
Livin La Vida Loca
03:51
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She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls.
I feel a premonition that girl's gonna make me fall.
She's into new sensations new kicks in the candle light.
She's got a new addiction for every day and night.
She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain
like a bullet to your brain.
Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
She's livin la vida loca.
Woke up in New York City in a funky cheap hotel
She took my heart and she took my money
she must've slipped me a sleeping pill
She never drinks the water and makes you order French Champagne
Once you've had a taste of her you'll never be the same
Yeah, she'll make you go insane.
Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out livin la vida loca
Livin la vida loca,
She's livin la vida loca.
She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life
but she'll take away your pain like a bullet to your brain.
Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out livin la vida loca
Livin la vida loca,
She's livin la vida loca.
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3. |
Waiting
03:01
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you were the love
I wouldn't let die
even in sickness
you brought me to life
if there's a god
i hope he needed you
forever i'll pray
that he'll need me too
I will wait so long
to see you again
to see you
again
I couldn't cope
when my mind would forego
through all the years
I drank all the tears
I will move on knowing
I'll never love any body
again
alone till the end
I will wait so long
to see you again
to see you
again
Sitting alone
in this forgetful place
my heart slowly stops
I see your face
I feel your skin
and i look in your eyes
saying hello
instead of
good bye
Ive been waiting so long
to see you again
to see you again.
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4. |
Leather Pear
03:47
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With a rump so frumpy
A look so dumpy & all mommy's money
I'm feelin' kinda funky
For the sweatsuit junky
tonight
I've got a little somethin' for your sin
A tight little number to stick you in
Zipper close against skin
Soft as a newborn
Oooh you look so good in a gimp suit
Lookin' like a pear I wanna pollute
Torso tight hips so generous
Tied up wrists pucker ready for my fist
I'm the trunk to your fruit
A ball gag is prettier than words
Gasping at the throat bound cord
Heretic fearful of the sword
Fucking rapture reaping reward
Let me twirl those Jew curls
Scream just like a little girl
I will show you a whole new world
(a new fantastic point of view,
no one to tell us no,
or where to go,
or say we're only dreaming)
A whole new world...
Sick enough to make you hurl
Oooh you look so good in a gimp suit
Looking like a pear I wanna pollute
Torso tight hips so generous
Tied up wrists pucker ready for my fist
oooh you look so good in a gimp suit
gag in your mouth and your balls so blue
don't try to act like you never wanted it
open wide baby you can never get enough of it
I'm the trunk to your fruit
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5. |
?
06:02
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6. |
Waiting (Original Demo)
03:36
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you were the love
I wouldn't let die
even in sickness
you brought me to life
if there's a god
i hope he needed you
forever i'll pray
that he'll need me too
I will wait so long
to see you again
to see you
again
I couldn't cope
when my mind would forego
through all the years
I drank all the tears
I will move on knowing
I'll never love any body
again
alone till the end
I will wait so long
to see you again
to see you
again
Sitting alone
in this forgetful place
my heart slowly stops
I see your face
I feel your skin
and i look in your eyes
saying hello
instead of
good bye
Ive been waiting so long
to see you again
to see you again.
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