Текст песни Placebo - Hang On To Your IQ
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Текст песни Placebo - Hang On To Your IQ
Chinese masseuse, comes between usTalks in haikus, plastic venus.Got a headrush, in her pocketTwo rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocketHang on, hang onTo your iq, to your idHang on, hang on( )To your iq, to your idI’m lonelyEvery morning, my eyes will open wideI gotta get high, before I go outside.Roll another, for breakfastBurning clouds around, and in my solar plexus.Hang on, hang onTo your iq, to your idHang on, hang onTo your iq, to your idI’m lonelyLegs eleven, makes me stay up lateTwo fat ladies on my back, and now it’s 88.I’m a fool, whose tool is smallIt’s so miniscule, it’s no tool at all.Hang on, hang onTo your iq, to your idHang on, hang onI’m lonelyOh.