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Dirty hit

[Adelaïde]
There are these lines you drop, cheap guy lines
Lines I forget about as I'm plastered at night
and your body wriggling just to please me.
But, you know, I bite your imaginary dreams.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
There are bugs in my head
Imaginary dreams
There are bugs in my head
when I stub out a cig.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
Everybody goes postal here
You're a hundred times too sexy
You put a bug in our entrails
You're a hundred times too fuckable
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
 
[Roméo Elvis]
I'm lacking apps like the cell phones
You fixed the evil I left behind
You're a thousand times too sexy for me to feel down
But you're the one in control there, and you know it
You keep dancing on dirty hits, you put on an XL sweater but your tits show all the same.
I could be your handsome, I could vice car you
You light up all the flames, I'm meek like a moron.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
Everybody goes postal here
You're a hundred times too sexy
You put a bug in our entrails
You're a hundred times too fuckable
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
 
[Adelaïde]
There are hundreds of warriors
willing to chance everything for me,
to bleed for the glory
of seeing my body next to them
tonight.
A deep-rooted thought that ends up driving them mad.
My smell like an altar, others are blasphemies
Everybody goes postal here
I'm a hundred times too sexy.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
Everybody goes postal here
You're a hundred times too sexy
You put a bug in our entrails
You're a hundred times too fuckable
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
 
[Adelaïde, Romeo, Elvis & Raphaël]
You keep dancing on dirty hits
(Everybody goes postal here)
You keep dancing on dirty hits
(You're a hundred times too sexy)
You keep dancing on dirty hits, you put on an XL sweater but your tits show all the same.
I could be your handsome, I could vice car you
You light up all the flames, I'm meek like a moron.
 
Submitted by ingirumimusnocte on Wed, 31/10/2018 - 17:52
Added in reply to request by jesuisasiya
Author's comments:

Mostly nonsense, and pretty gruesome at times...

French

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