Orijinal sözler
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Would you stand up for this kind of beauty?
Cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you.
It won't lift a finger
For some lazy dreamer
Here it comes the average dirty word
Pardon my french
But I'm sitting on a park bench
Watching yearning cats
Milk-fed little brats.
And they say
Love won't pick
The slanted or the slick
Or the lovesick
And I'm lovesick
So I say
F-word, f-word
Pardon my french
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?
F-word, f-word
Pardon my french
But it's bs, bs
Summer evening
Cats are screaming
For love
Is summer evening
The cats screaming
For love
So I say
F-word, f-word
Pardon my french
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?
F-word, f-word
Pardon my french
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?
F-word, f-word
Pardon my french
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?
F-word, f-word
Pardon my french
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?
F-word, f-word
Pardon my french
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?
F-word, f-word
Pardon my french
But it's bs, bs