but I'm still lost We think we know just who we are But sometimes I think we've gone too far Right now, right now Right now, right now Right now
hundred miles an hour But I'm still lost right now We think we know just who we are But sometimes I think we've gone too far Right now ... right now
Tercüme: Flaming Lips. Şimdi sağ.
flaming, stealth banana split the sky. like, one would hope to expect but never see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right
a frenzy she sends me Wow, I have to sit down, and gather my wits now I wanna caress those hips now, wanna kiss those lips now Hey, baby, I know you
my brethern I got mad, spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig'
Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin' plates At churches and shit like that? He's spittin' flames right now, baby He at the top of his game, right now
these last remains." Now, a promise made is a debt unpaid And the trail has its own stern code, In the days to come, though my lips were numb In my
me now cuz i got money and im famous, the taste is delicious her lips give me kisses, throw her in the kitchen and she making me some dishes, her dinner aint right
Now lemme do the intro What up yo? Yo I'm smokin' this joint right And I was thinkin', what if I could make the perfect bitch Get all the bitches I like
will always be silent And hold my head up Till we will be sailors no more Let's run right out of the city tonight With our hair tied up and lips sealed
much Because when he talked, he made little noises with his tongue And his long tongue was lightly licking about his lips Like there was a fire inside his mouth And the flame
, four Now I already thought about Brian, Brian And I already seen about James, James And I know you heard about me trying, trying To rekindle my own flames, flames
story of illusion, coma, pimp and circumstance Now, dance, dance He spent her money oh so well Take a bath in cold Kristal He took a trip to burn an old flame
the box side and watches the rags ignite He climbs the bell tower of the Sacred Blood to watch the flames Rising higher toward the trees sirens wailing now
same antisocial by there is no sun Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling daily as the right wipe on my lips Indulge yourself with the
