Flying high on the rug with the ones you know With the ones you love, with the ones you trust Riding the van, the bus, the plane again And hear the sounds
I, I went to the beach The bitch was so hot She came to me and said Do you like the beach, bitch? I said back I wanna take you home, bitch 'Cos I wanna
Last night I turned into a fly I got through your window and I landed in your eye You were sleeping, you didn't mind So I flew further down inside your
Callin' me high on the telephone Came by plane all alone Spend the afternoon making a speech Speech made you nervous that you couldn't eat You came to
From all the drugs the one I like more is music From all the junks the one I need more is music From all the boys the one I take home is music From all
Get up, get up, get up, get up, you gotta keep on moving Get up, get up, get up, get up, you gotta keep on moving Get up, get up, get up, get up, you
Up the stairs, behind the door She was sitting there crying She smashed all the glasses on the mirror Which was shattered all across the room She screamed
If you are my friend we can drink in the afternoon That's cool If you are my friend you can clean my house if you want Or only if we had a fight, yeah
Ontem quando eu acordei, ai, eu tava tao cansada Eu me olhei no espelho e me lembrei de quando voce falou que nao me suportava... Mas na verdade eu tambem
, I'm so messed up I don't know which way to go Stars above try to guess Where's my gin, where's my glass? All this mess comes from your ass Fuck with us, we're CSS
I am the last person you can call don't even know how we've met somehow all begin must lead us into an end I'll finish this shit this month, day ten if
You come around and say hello And I don't know what to do You look at me and see right through Who the hell are you? Baby, baby, I don't know, but I want
This is so weird Am I sleeping? Is this a dream? ...No! Am I a Mouse? Am I an elephant? And I had just sliced your tongue So tell me he-he-he-he-he-he
Why is that we stand so still? (still) People gonna start thinking we're statues (aha) This silence is disturbing me People talk but I can't hear I'm
Baby, you've got me thinking 'Bout the things I left behind A suitcase in Helsinki Full of things I wanna set on fire For I realize that you?ve been
Believe, achieve, believe, achieve Believe, achieve, ah, ah Believe, achieve, believe, achieve Believe, achieve, ah, ah I'll put my ear on your chest
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Traduzione: CSS (cansei De Ser Sexy). Facciamo Make Love And Listen To Death From Above.