If I were to say to you, big tits Would you hear another word I said If I were to say to you, small hips Would you wish me and my band mates dead
What I don't quite get is just how this genre is supposed to be so understanding With emails and phone calls and death threats and hate mail I guess I'm explaining myself, myself, To me.
If I were to say to you eat shit Would you tear me down and kill my words If I were to say to you suck dick Would you find our little band absurd
What I don't quite get is just how this genre is supposed to be so understanding With emails and phone calls and death threats and hate mail I guess I'm explaining myself, myself, To me.
What I don't quite get is just how this genre is supposed to be so understanding With emails and phone calls and death threats and hate mail I guess I'm explaining myself, myself, To me.
