U Shud Go 2 Me Songtext
von Frog
U Shud Go 2 Me Songtext
(One, two, three)
You should go to me, you should go to me
You should go to me, you should go to me
There′s something about the way she walked out
And left me alone and free
The cracks in her shout
The neighbours are out she screams I turn up the TV
Do you feel like I feel?
It's real, the lampshade is teal, the blood tastes of steel again
You should go to me, you should go to me
You should go to me, you should go to me
Old blue eyes on the dial, her clothes in a pile
You smell them and well up with tears
The cops are on trial, just sit up and smile
They′ll never detect any fear
Do you feel like I feel?
It's real, the lampshade is teal, the blood tastes of steel again
You should go to me, you should go to me
You should go to me, you should go to me
Bus stops at 9 p.m
It just feels like she's about to walk through the door
Chicken pot pie, your hand on her thigh
Oh, for more
You should go to me, you should go to me
You should go to me, you should go to me
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
You should go to me, you should go to me
You should go to me, you should go to me
There′s something about the way she walked out
And left me alone and free
The cracks in her shout
The neighbours are out she screams I turn up the TV
Do you feel like I feel?
It's real, the lampshade is teal, the blood tastes of steel again
You should go to me, you should go to me
You should go to me, you should go to me
Old blue eyes on the dial, her clothes in a pile
You smell them and well up with tears
The cops are on trial, just sit up and smile
They′ll never detect any fear
Do you feel like I feel?
It's real, the lampshade is teal, the blood tastes of steel again
You should go to me, you should go to me
You should go to me, you should go to me
Bus stops at 9 p.m
It just feels like she's about to walk through the door
Chicken pot pie, your hand on her thigh
Oh, for more
You should go to me, you should go to me
You should go to me, you should go to me
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
Butthole Surfers, was it worth it?
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