Текст песни The Dead Milkmen - Swampland Of Desire
The Dead Milkmen - Swampland Of Desire слова песни
I will trim your fir treesAnd I will light your fireAnd I will wrestle alligatorsIn your swampland of desireAnd I will come upon youLike lightning from aboveAnd I will plant my feet intoYour quagmire of loveQuagmire of love (x2)I will trim your fir treesAnd I will light your fireAnd I will wrestle alligatorsIn your swampland of desireSo here`s to my little sunbelt queenI`ll take you places that you`ve never beenAnd I will show you thingsThat you have never seenAnd I will tell you all about Martin SheenI will trim your fir treesAnd I will light your fireAnd I will wrestle alligatorsIn your swampland of desireAnd I will come upon youLike lightning from aboveAnd I will plant my feet intoYour quagmire of loveI will trim your fir treesAnd I will light your fireAnd I will wrestle alligatorsIn your swampland of desire