101 کے بول

As I lay lying to the limit of my chain I stand and pivot a perfect circle Move me that blue brown and purple Your wedding gift that remains With a temperature of 103 That's the temperature my cheek can leave G a s o l I n e G a s o l I n e G a s o l I n e G a s o l I n e Do re mi fa soak captive for so long Somersaults underwater Are walking through the grandest lover With a temperature of 103 That's the temperature my cheek can leave Forgive and shut up ratchet it up once again A soul one feet mongler 3 Legged hands in hunger With a temperature of 103 The three beasts are released on me So far that's all I got G a s o l I n e G a s o l I n e G a s o l I n e G a s o l I n e