like a loaded gun Spit out your Bubblegum I wanna...Wanna... [x2] I wanna turn you on Feels like a loaded gun Spit out your Bubblegum I wanna... I Wanna
pain If words could kill I'd spell out your name I'm the boy with the bubblegun The boy with the bubblegun I'm the boy with the bubblegun with work
you pain If words could kill I'd spell out your name I'm the boy with the bubblegun The boy with the bubblegun I'm the boy with the bubblegun with work
Tercüme: Tom McRae. Bubblegun ile Boy.
Got so much salt from your lies poured into me You didn't see yourself dead already So full of it with every breath that you breathe But you forget that
Warm, and sweet and soft and pink Or so I was led to believe The good things went from bad to worst Every bubble has to burst It seemed so sweet before
If you need a holiday somewhere in the sun Let me show you something that is really fun Take a sparkling holiday somewhere in bubblegum You can lie down
Ay Ay Ay Pimp she's fine She's sexy, she's cool She's a Georgia Peach So she likes to get loose Smoke Kush Sip Goose But if I give you some I
I will never do the same, I'll try to stick around To ease your troubled mind, Watch out for you in this town. Take some time to cool down, Some time
Well, who am I trying to please With this bubblegum sleaze? An impostor on the scene There's only air between my ears Yes, there is I like the difference
Mechanized head and a God Named Zed I keep telling you it's alright A parallax view that you can't unscrew When it all just gets so tight Chew it up,
(He's the bubblegum bandit) He stands knee high tall with the western draw he got fun watchin' TV He rides a broomstick horse and has an endless source
There was a guy where I am from Smothered his dog in bubblegum Ain't that sad Who would'a thought he'd be that bad
