a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de chicken hawk / dancing on graves - the have nots (ia)

Loading...

[chicken hawk]

[intro]
hey
are we ready?
hey
what?
hey
what?
okay, you chicken hawk
this song’s about greg
’cause we all know he likes women that are a lot younger than he is
ain’t that right, greg?
uh, oh

[verse 1]
sure i love you
but you can’t get into the bar
so i’ll swing by your house
and we’ll f-ck in my car

[chorus]
come here, little chickie, here’s a candy bar
come here, little chickie, i’m twice your age
come here, little chickie, hеll, i might be your dad
come herе, little chickie, ’cause i’m a chicken hawk
[verse 2]
come home with me
we won’t go too far
we’ll play spin the bottle
and naked movie star

[chorus]
come here, little chickie, here’s a candy bar
come here, little chickie, i’m twice your age
come here, little chickie, h-ll, i might be your dad
come here, little chickie, i’m a chicken hawk

[interlude]
“code blue”
one, two, three, four

[verse 3]
never got along with the girls at my school
fillin’ me up with all their morals and their rules
push their problems on my head
i’d rather go out and f-ck the dead

[bridge]
so i can do what i want and they won’t complain
i wanna f-ck, i wanna f-ck the dead
i wanna f-ck, i wanna f-ck the dead
[verse 4]
soon i’ll get sick of you
then i’ll start in on your friends
and i’ll lie about it
and you’ll f-ck me in the end

[chorus]
come here, little chickie, here’s a candy bar
come here, little chickie, i’m twice your age
come here, little chickie, h-ll, greg might be your dad
come here, little chickie, ’cause i’m a chicken hawk

[dancing on graves]

[verse 1]
in a, a winter of discontentment
with the music out of key
i fell into a state of destruction
in the arms of impurity

[verse 2]
she’s a picture of perfection
keeps every tiny thought in place
my mind is a-cluttered
with emotions she’ll never trust
[chorus]
she’s
f-cking strangers
while i’m
sleepin’ alone
she
dances on graves
while i’m
out of her life

[verse 3]
at 2 o’clock in the mornin’
she looks like a train wreck to me
wrapped in the arms of a new one
in his eyes, i see the innocence i lost

[chorus]
she’s
f-ckin’ strangers
while i’m
sleepin’ alone
she
dances on graves
while i’m
out of her life

- the have nots ia

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...