Lyrics:
kinda pretty, don't need advertising Your kinda pretty comes with own billboard Newly-weds nearly-deads Anyone with bed-stead Your kinda pretty
bed-stead room But I was there in one sweet day One more time I'm breaking our chain, feeling like it never again And the scar was seeming forever is
don't need advertising Your kinda pretty comes with own billboard Newly-weds nearly-deads Anyone with bed-stead Your kinda pretty You're all they can't
in my cold and so desolate bedstead I'll think up new names for myself and for you and the rest But each fucking morning I wait for the spring I
in my cold and so desolate bedstead I'll think up new names for myself and for you and the rest But each fucking morning I wait for the spring I
scores bled out On your whore’s bed Eating some smores While you’re snored out on your bedstead Missed out on a jetset lifestyle Now you’re bored
twisted it becomes See how quickly twisted it becomes When the cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead That ain't love, no that ain't love Said he was
County Road 4782 Once a town stood here, now just a few Piles of bricks, rotting boards An iron bedstead, a rusting Ford And the bright yellow
Get out of my head You're killing me softly I left a rose on your Bedstead I hope you like it It's not so easy Loving you And all the things That you
Creature with no head, just a jade in a bed/stead, game It's seeking out the way to play better to bait, yeah All is causing one to lose the garbage
my beat Check what I said Check receipt Tec with the head If they coming for me I ain't even sweat it If they coming for me Cause my bedstead Like
представляешь Damn, ты плохо меня знаешь У меня полно секретов, от размеров ты растаешь В thottie я влюбился - платье ей порвал В thottie я влюбился - bedstead ей
Types of wood So many types of wood So many types of wood Pine wood for my bedstead Larchwood for my door Balsa for the model farm My brother Nigel
Where I kneel is where She could lay di-day di-ay Where I kneel is where By the bedstead Holding your hand My fragile friend Delightful loving, my
twisted it becomes See how quickly twisted it becomes When the cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead That ain't love, no that ain't love Said he was
waded through the johnnies, She put another notch in her bedstead, while I watched "The Two Ronnies". Charlotte is the biggest slag in Macc, She lies in
With my back against the bedstead Ice cream wrappers line the floor Ice sculptures stood in white towels Melting on the shower door My ol’ espresso
too much to bear Rearranging deck chairs on that sinking bedstead For when i was finally awake did i dare LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER For the blankness
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