Текст песни Iggy Pop - Mass Production
Iggy Pop - Mass Production слова песни
Pop/bowieBefore you goDo me a favourGive me a numberOf a girl almost like youWith legs almost like youIm buried deep in mass productionYoure not nothing newI like to drive along the freewaysSee the smokestacks belchingBreasts turn bronwSo warm and so brownThough I try to dieYou put me back on the lineOh damn it to hellBack on the line - hellBack on the lineAgain and againIm back on the lineAgain and againAnd I see my face hereAnd its there in the mirrorAnd its up in the airAnd Im down on the groundBy the wayIm going for cigarettesAnd since youve gotta goWont you do me that favourWont you give me that numberWont you get me that girlYeah, shes almost like youYes, shes almost like youAnd Im almost like himYes, Im almost like himYes, Im almost like himYeah, Im almost like him