Тексты песен «Bloem De Ligny»

I've got a little bag of buskets in my cookie jar I've got a little cup of coffee in my head I've got an awful big 'peace' of sugarpie when I look at you You make me You make me You make my heart spin round I...

I want to get my baby Done for the day He's much nicer than I am And quicker than slow To get down to my nylons Lay all your armage on And learn I give up I learn you How to use your tongue You're mine...

Seven was closer And it has no end I freeze it for now and i Follow in blue Nothing as gentle Blue as an icecave, Closer than ice Closer than ice Colder than sorrow More than you know, I I want to believe...

Bloem Yes and I can see a lick Of gold traveling I know it is a sugarbeam It suckles me inside like a capsule It is traveling inside you are pink intestines guts And wandering around as if the goon was made of gum...

Underwater lies my sense Gonna get em all Or maybe not Like the whirl you're nice and cozy Hold my breath Why? Why? Do you make me warm? Underwater moving slowly Down an island Make me happy Warm later...

Ruby, ruby Is scratching a moonbeam Screaming a sunbeam Flirting around Ruby, ruby You are my mother You are my daughter The sun doesn't know How delicious you are Kissing the sun and the sun goes down...

Anarchy, anarchy, anarchy Via multiple ways I find you are hacking my mind A tongue in my ear my dress off It wears me out - heroine My evil eye, I on flattop No I can't decide: eat her one of them Or suck up...

Sounds of earthquakes I'm mousy Out in the valley skape We are off but it's over here We should My 'gintay' Sounds of earthquakes I'm 'eluced' we're holding Out in my trailpark It satisfies me I know He's a magnet I'm...

Sounds of earthquakes I'm mousy Out in the valley skape We are off but it's over here We should My 'gintay' Sounds of earthquakes I'm 'eluced' we're holding Out in my trailpark It satisfies me I know He's a...

I may be just a moody goon I mean I am a you I only are you and you hurt me come here here we Are come 'buy' me over your tea you make me So 'emblematical' you make me complete through Any coast through any colour...

All night, all night I've been shaking around like a leaflet Oh my god, oh my god What's so cruisn' And so these adventures I'm lame and you're Disgusting around Spoon my eyes Spoon my mouth Spoon my belly...

Twinky don't cry I've got a lot under my shoes Like pencils and cartridge and money And dracula, dracula I'm getting undressed And taking pictures of you In my head In confeculation I'm walking in my bare feet...

Under pale sween rivers under extracts of blue Voluntrocities I wonder and I ask myself could this Be it? and the gloomy 'swounds' of sudden eruptions With viny acclimation stops it slides Me back and tells me it's...