Tekst :

You book the hotel I ll pack the bags honey
You phone the airlines I ll call a cab
When will you return well that all depends
Just tell your mother that you re staying with friends
Cuz I know that you re my best friend s girl
But it s the weekend I don t give a hell
I ll bring the red wine you bring the ludes
Your mother s doctor must be quite a dude
We ll hang the Don t Disturb outside our door
I m gonna rock you till your pussy s sore

Oh my sweet Diana I can t wait for the manana
There s a hotel down in Mexico just made for two
But I don t think you trust me and I can t say I blame you
My reputation precedes me you ain t never gonna leave me

Soon as we get there I ll go check in
Mr and Mrs Smith of Abilene
You get naked honey I ll get down
I m gonna chase you around
and round and round and round
You say you can t stand monotony
I say what happened to fidelity
Dirty weekend made for two
Just me and you honey
I wanna love that can last for ages
not the trash you ve been giving to strangers

Don t want to make your two big brothers brothers annoyed
Do you think you ll get the polaroid?

Is it a matter of opinion
or just a contradiction
but from where I come from
all the blondes have more fun
Well just awatch them sisters on a Saturday night
Peroxide causin all the fights
I took a rose in Texas
she gimme plenty of practice
But I...

Sunshine Came Softly Through My Window Today
I Could Have Tripped Out Easy But I ve Changed My Ways.
It ll Take Time I Know It, But in a While...
You re Gonna Be Mine and I Know It, We ll Do It in Style.

Cause I ve Made My Mind Up You re...

Right before my eyes I ve been betrayed
I ve worked so hard and everything
I fucking gave you haven t changed
A rat, a traitor, digging yourself a grave...
Right before my eyes. I see all your shame
I feel all your pain

Ancient lullaby

Mist rising on the horizon
Listenin’ with my ears and listenin’ with my eyes and
Listenin’ until we ve ridden the mud from the parasite
Listenin’ until our hearts start to glisten, realize
Share the vision and my rhythms and we ll melt the ice

Gang of gin

I get around to singing about
That gang of gin I m in
Then you ll know most certainly
The kind of game I m in
You sound around to swinging about
The gang of gin I m rolling in, oh
Then you ll...