Текст песни Nuno Bettencourt - The Temp
Nuno Bettencourt - The Temp слова песни
She`s my baby. She is a Raygun
Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun
She is my sunshine. My only sunshine
Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice.
She`s temp, she`s temp
She got a special place for you
She`s temp, She`s temp
Underneath her favorite pair of shoes
Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread
Playing catch with living skulls
Hurry up, somebody`s dead, we`re still alive
She my baby, she got the big gulp
Devour my soul food over and over
Trouble breathing, my world is strangling
Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on
She`s temp, She`s temp
She`s into nucleo and nucliete
She`s temp, She`s temp
She makes me feel like I`m hovering
580 meters over Hiroshima
Just a piece of sun
On your skin I burn a home
Lying lotion soothes the pain
Peel me off before I fall
She`s to blame, she seems a bit insane
She likes it when it rains all day long
Happiness is knockin`, but she cries
Then turning out the light she runs at night