Paroles de The Pimp

La la la la la la lo, La la la la la la lo, La la la la la la lo, La la la la la la lo One time, two time, givin' me a slow one Flippin' lovers hands, with a trigger of a handgun Three time, four time, throw me on a big bed Open up yer mouth, I'll put a bullet in yer dumb head Oh.. Blip blip she shifts, smells of a little hot sun I know she can dance, but she really is a fat one Well I must admit I was a little scared, when she got undressed And it was bang bang bang, but she wasn't impressed And it's all sick n gentle It's all fuckin' mental It's all over before it begins And it's all worse than dying It's all terrifing It's all little pistols and pimps Lying on this big girls floor Tell me something, tell me more Pistols on her swollen bed Pointing at my aching head There was a singer in the windows and a humming in my poor head She was smoking in the corner and said I hope you, don't you feel dead Well I must admit I was a little scared, when she got undressed It was bang bang bang, but she wasn't impressed And it's all sick n gentle It's all fuckin' mental It's all over before it begins And it's all worse than dying It's all terrifing It's all little pistols and pimps Lying on this big girls floor Tell me something, tell me more Pistols on her swollen bed Pointing at my aching head Chase me half way down the street Shootin' at my aching feet Got no I.D Got no clothes Am I dead? Christ only knows