Whose Vegas (is It Anyway) by Deus
Whose Vegas (is It Anyway) lyrics
Hummmm Hummm hummm hummm hummm
Huh, is this the question?
I doubt it no longer
But don't eat, drink and smoke filthy cigarettes before you drive
The brass man home twice, tries
It's your indecision that scares the peepee
out of people's master-pilic extravaganza
Hold fire, pressurize it's an automatic.
There's not much point to delve music
the Eurythmics couldn't clinch
An animal seems to trash its brain on London
Have to be casual and then his husband couldn't fake the shadow
He died without knowing he bet his life after
I'm scared
It's the cot on television that never goes anywhere
Without black stupidity
Out of phalanx
"omisch my baddish"
You know what they say?
They say I imitate Sharon Tate, but whose Vegas is it anyway?
A long syndicate for strangers in Bethlehem
it's the day of the night today
And we always feel sorry for what didn't occur to be unexpected
vulgar and sympathy
It's an insult but whose Vegas is dolt
Is it a question?
Or I turn and than you're knockin' on my back as my beautiful
aubergine-shape for mister beautiful
Whose Vegas always tends to not separate candy from benzene from
polyformium Jackson Brown shoes (come to it)
A self-sufficient servant it hurts
Such as one and seven in the middle of a terrifying French mistral
Breeze, ease, and turn me into your disease
I used to feel sad but I'm over it
His head isn't a comparison
Because I'm always askin' the same kinetically shit
like haha hahaha
I went swing with my friends
We broke the common and pro tradition like wise-up...
That's it, you see a chemo slicing
Considering we never had a brain useful
And even ten times a mosquito
I just can't burglarize mine
Fuck it
Is it a question?
It is!
She blew up sirloins
Find your countries right?
25 Deutsch Marks to the skin after parties through stage
In the back that is divers
Haha...
Is this the question?
I doubt it...
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