
Date of issue: 21.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soft |
I used to see you every day |
I used to see you every day |
I danced around your folk and soul |
I danced to all your fucking soul |
I left you with your nose a bleedin' |
And your toes a creepin' around |
Ahhh so mundane and incomplete |
Hand my down my pants |
And get me off this street |
I’m passed out in your garden |
I’m in, I can’t get off |
Soft |
So I’d pop myself in your body |
I’d come into your party, but I’m soft |
Behind the fringe of a whiskey high |
Mutiliating cat-like eyes |
And in your nose blood, decadence |
You try to drag me into your bohemian dancing |
Ah, you paint my fingers and you paint my toes |
You let your perfect nipple show |
I’m passed out in your garden |
I’m in, I can’t get off |
Soft |
So I’d pop myself in your body |
I’d come into your party, but |
I’m soft, but |
I’m soft |
I’m passed out in your garden |
I’m in, I can’t get off |
I’m so soft |
I’d pop myself in your body |
I’d come all over your party, but |
I’m soft |
I’m passed out in your garden |
I’m in, I can’t get off |
I’m so soft |
I’d pop myself in your body |
I’d come all over your party, but |
I’m soft |