Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Temp , by - Mourning Widows. Song from the album Mourning Widows, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 30.05.2006
Record label: Bruno Graffitti
Song language: English
The Temp |
| She’s my baby. |
| She is a Raygun |
| Kissing my spaceship. |
| Kill me for fun fun |
| She is my sunshine. |
| My only sunshine |
| Painting my bluesky. |
| Yellow with jaundice. |
| She’s temp, she’s temp |
| She got a special place for you |
| She’s temp, She’s temp |
| Underneath her favorite pair of shoes |
| Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread |
| Playing catch with living skulls |
| Hurry up, somebody’s dead, we’re still alive |
| She my baby, she got the big gulp |
| Devour my soul food over and over |
| Trouble breathing, my world is strangling |
| Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on |
| She’s temp, She’s temp |
| She’s into nucleo and nucliete |
| She’s temp, She’s temp |
| She makes me feel like I’m hovering |
| 580 meters over Hiroshima |
| Just a piece of sun |
| On your skin I burn a home |
| Lying lotion soothes the pain |
| Peel me off before I fall |
| She’s to blame, she seems a bit insane |
| She likes it when it rains all day long |
| Happiness is knockin', but she cries |
| Then turning out the light she runs at night |