Paroles de Squealer

Squealer Get outta here Feeler Is in the rear I’m stuck in my Old shoes waiting For that finger feeling Come on over me Jackson Square I spent a year Hot soup waiting Inside your ear Fumbling standing Oh I’m sitting down Cut my finger Hurts to push it down And I feel it And I see it Do you believe it? That’s right Looser Come stay awhile With your feet up Let’s make a child Like a bedroom All full of stuff In ten years, come make a smile I see it I feel it Do you believe it? I’ll believe it That’s right