Testi:
Violent Femmes Add It Up

it ain't her hair, her clothes, her feet somethin' much more discreet now I ain't loud baby I ain't proud I just want what I'm not allowed movin on up

America is the home of the hypocrite America is the home of the hypocrite America is the home of the hypocrite American dream so f-f-full of it Look

Hello, this Gordon of the Violent Femmes and I've just been locked inside my house, so I can't go out and get my bus and stuff and get up there by

ring that he wore it's just another thing that he wore but there's something about this ring I just can't ignore so I keep it though I don't no were it

Say hey mister driver man drive that thing fast my precious time keep slippin' past Let's call the mayor lets complain Looks like the city's done to us again Tied up

on, we'll have some fun. We'll go out to the mountains, the one to explore." Her face, it lit up, I was standing by the door. Her face, it lit up, I

Old Mother Reagan And her crew Took away From me and you I hope she goes far away She better go far away You know it ain't right When it's all wrong

do it all the time [yeah yeah] They do it all the time [do it all the time] They do it all the time [do it all the time] They do it all the time Do it

too late And I was born too late But every time I look at that ugly lake It reminds me of me It reminds me of me Do you like american music It reminds