
Date of issue: 06.02.2010
Song language: English
Atom Juggler |
Brawlers gave their votes |
And all that had become their souls |
For a sip of mothers cold and ancient wrist |
Pitbulls came and went |
And wet themselves before they spent |
The extra timing that it took to move their will |
You’re the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto |
You’re the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto |
You’re the kind of woman, Rebecca, I’d love to plough |
You’re the kind of woman, Rebecca, I’d love to plough |
There’s a valiant wall |
They built up right before the war |
Of extra graciously pretending not to sleep |
Pour the loving down |
Of those preliminary notions |
Of a dog inhaling what he saw and reeks |
You’re the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto |
You’re the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto |
You’re the kind of woman, Rebecca, I’d love to plough |
You’re the kind of woman, Rebecca, I’d love to plough |