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letra de what d'ya need (h.a.r.d. mr krash slaughta remix) - belles in monica

intro

i don’t know what to say to you now
but if we make it through tonight
i’ll find the words tomorrow

verse 1

call me up in the middle of the night, round about four
sayin’ you’re needin’ to score
can i hide this, can i hide that, can i cover you on more time
can i get you some money, can i come over like right away
the police is knockin’ at your door
and i’m just too pretty to do any more time in a cell
with a s-x starved monkey going through all h-ll
findin’ me to be a star attraction, i’ll be gettin’ the kinda’ reaction
i only look for in a woman of style, in a woman of grace
in a woman that’s got the power of god in her hand
and a smile on her face
the kind of girl that was your sister, how i miss her
too bad she was found to be trustin’ with a man who k!lled her
‘cos she didn’t call him “mister”
and now i’m pleading to your sense of decency, just you and me
remember the way we used to rule the streets ?
just the way it always used to be ?

hook / chorus 1

relay the message back i gotta’ be comin’ down hard on this guy
(h.a.r.d.)
relay the message back i gotta’ be takin’ the fire from outta’ his eyes
(eyes)
write it down ‘cos i’m not gonna’ say this message again son
ever thought about quittin’ the skunk so your eyes could blink in unison?

verse 2

so you’re holed up in your own little nightmare
in a drug induced stare
frantically trying to get to the phone to call the brother of the woman you k!lled, to come over and bail you out again
‘cos i’m your friend, ‘cos i save and forgave
‘cos it wasn’t the real you that put my sister in an early grave
it was the dope, and so you hope
i’ll be giving you cash in your hands to send you to the stars
and not just a twisted rope
but there again you don’t know the real me, smiling -ss-ssin
i come in the dark and start am-ssin’ a great deal of fear and pain
‘cos i laugh in the face of this vengeance murder game
i’ll be lookin’ through your keyhole in disguise, ring at the bell
who’s there, ding dong, it’s michael myers
with a butcher’s knife and a dark expression
and i’ll take a confession

hook / chorus 2 repeated

relay the message back i gotta be comin’ down hard on this guy
(h.a.r.d.)
relay the message back i gotta be takin’ the fire from outta’ his eyes
(eyes)
write it down ‘cos i’m not gonna say this again son
ever thought about quittin’ the skunk so your eyes could blink in unison ?

- belles in monica

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