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Gutz

 

Gutz


Warsaw!

Don't talk to me girl you know it's not nice
Don't laugh at murder I won't pay the price
The facts are too high-powered it's such a big thrill
I'd do it myself, 'cause it makes you so ill

Blame bad things on me, whatever you do
When I come home my world is different from you
You're such a chic tart you're really dressed up
Don't wanna talk to you just left with your mum

Don't be a puppet always rush you around
One just for your photo try and tie me down
I won't tell him I talk like this all night
He must be worried 'cause you're sounding so trite

Respect is only normal the way to your lives
Ever tried to sleep around once I begged for a wife
Wouldn't have to change you start acting that way
If we don't keep our heads alive, I'll never get a say
You know what's special it's as black as I say
Can you see me, just ourselves no comment, copycat!

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