Let's go I am not your Senorita I am not from your tribe In the garden, in the garden I did no crime I am not your Senorita I am not from your tribe
And Jackie and Jackie And Jackie's And Jackie and Jackie And Jackie A Bouvier till her wedding day Shots rang out, the police came Mama laid me on the
In my platforms, I hit the floor Fell face down, didn't help my brain out Then the baby came before I found The magic how to keep her happy I never was
She's addicted to nicotine patches She's addicted to nicotine patches She's afraid of the light in the dark 6:58 are you sure where my spark is? Here,
She was a January girl She never let on how insane it was In that tiny kinda scary house By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods By the
Met him in a hotel Met him in a hotel Beneath ground Tell me that he's missing Tell me this is his one for Lollipop Gestapo You were wild Where are
So don't give me respect Don't give me a piece of your preciousness Flaunt all she's got in your old neighborhood I'm sure she'll make a few friends
Had a northern lad, well, not exactly had He moved like the sunset, God who painted that First he loved my accent, how his knees could bend I thought
Pandora Pandora's aquarium She dives for shells With her nautical nuns And thoughts You thought you'd never tell Pandora Pandora's aquarium She dives
She's your cocaine She's got you shaving your legs You can suck anything But you know you wanna be messy Put on your make-up, boy You're your favorite
Surrender then start your engines You'll know quite soon what my mistake was For those on horseback or dog sled You turn on at the bend in a road I hear
With your E's and your ease And I do one more Need a lip gloss boost In your America Is it God's? Is it yours? Sweet saliva With your E's and your ease
Met'em in a hotel. Met'em in a hotel beneath ground. Tell me that he's missing. Tell me this one is for Lollipop Gestapo. You were wild, where are you
翻訳: トーリエイモス. ホテル.
: She's addicted to nicotine patches. She's addicted to nicotine patches. She's afraid of the light in the dark. 6.58 are you sure where my spark is?
: She was a January girl, she never let on how insane it was, In that tiny kind of scary house, By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods
: (Cock-cock-cock.) So don't give me respect don't give me a piece of your preciousness. Flaunt all she's got in your old neighborhood, I'm sure she'
