Текст песни Eves Plum - Post Orgasmic Depression
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I saw you at the party, I knew we `oughta beWell you were hungry for my box that made you pity meI took you to my bedroom, I was hoping for a treatWell now the party`s over, I wish you`d hit the streetWell I dont really give a shit ... Post Orgasmic DepressionOh well you were such a god before you slip it inAnd now my weight is___ The hate comes rolling in. I`m staring at the cieling, Now who do I hate more?You because you`re an asshole? Or me `cos I`m a whore?Well I dont really give a shit ... Post Orgasmic DepressionWell everytime I do this shit, It always ends the sameIt starts out orthodontist, Ends up looking lameI wish I could control it, I wish I could refrain Here he comes,He`s hard againWell I dont really give a shit ... Post Orgasmic Depression Uh huh uh huhTell me that I dont have better things To do with my timeOh Well I dont really give a shit ... Post Orgasmic Depression uh huh, no, no, uh huh