Текст песни Beck - Fuckin With My Head
Beck - Fuckin With My Head слова песни
I aint got no inclinationGive away my sweet sensationSleepin in an old toolshedScumbag cryin on his pillowWhen you wanna be with me, then we will seeWhos fuckin with my headHey hey hey heyFuckin with my headHey hey hey heyFound myself in new orleansWith a scarecrow in my jeansBeat my forehead through the ceilinDrank my coffee with a hubcap...yeahWhen you want to be with me, then we will seeWhos fuckin with my headNo no no noFuckin with my headHey hey hey heyDevils got your pantyhose on his headOh yeah, and hes robbin me but all I got is cornbreadWell, you turn my body into a crutchAnd now Im limpin all over when I feel your touch...oh yeahOooh...Oooh...rode up on my check-out bootsRunnin wild on the bayouNow talkin on a walkie-talkieCredit card glued to my hand...feels goodWhen you wanna be with me, then we will seeWhos fuckin with my headHey hey hey heyNo no no noFuckin with my headMake me feel like an assholeI aint got no soulI aint got no soulNo no no noNo no no noNo no no noNo no no no