Originaltext
ENNoch keine Übersetzung verfügbar. Der Originaltext wird angezeigt.
She's got a neck
Built for my hands
The way a pine
Grows for the saw
They say I hate women
They couldn't be more wrong
She's got a pierced lip
And a mohawk
And a strut
That reminds me of a tiger
I think she's a waitress
At rocket to venus
I've seen her flipping
Records at reptilian
The other day
I followed her
All the way
From hopkins to the harbor
I lost her in the crowd
When the o's game let out
I never saw that girl again
And it's a shame
I just wanted to hold her
Like an anaconda
