Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marilyn Monroe, artist - Jamie T. Album song Magnolia Melancholia, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Marilyn Monroe |
It’s all in a heartbeat, it’s all in a whole slow |
It’s just like the fever, pay for nothing at all |
Well, it’s just like the movies, go straight to America |
Stocking up on ephra, know nothing at all |
Well, I’ve been in a heartache, I go where I’m rolling |
I feel like nothing, no, nothing at all |
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all |
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up |
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all |
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up |
Well, it’s just like the movies, sitting in a whole slow |
It’s just like the fever, hit out on the cold |
Well, I’m just like a grown up, I’m just like a hollow |
I feel like the fever that hit Marilyn Monroe |
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all |
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up |
Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all |
When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up |
Well, it’s just like the movies |
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar |
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back |
I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter |
All they got to say is you ain’t coming back |
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar |
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back |
I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter |
All they got to say is you ain’t coming back |
Birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar |
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back |
I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter |
All they got to say is you ain’t coming back |
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar |
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back |
I’m the god of Mars, there’s a brand new creature |
Hiding on the floor all under your cat-flap |
Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar |
I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back |
I’m the god of Mars, there’s a brand new creature |
Hiding on the floor all under your cat-flap |