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Текст песни "Pull My Hair" |
Is the passion all gone
Or is it still newly wed?
If all this heat's doing
Is making us stick to the bed
Then there's no life to revive
But if the hunger's still there
Buried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom
We've been trying to hide
Then dig it up and devour
And it'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
Something more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
Yeah, more like song
And the truth is that I can't hardly wait
I don't care if we stay up this late
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
And it'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And bite me like, scratch me like that.
And the truth is that I can't hardly wait
And it's so bad I can't concentrate
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
And it'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And bite me like that
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