Tekster: Grinspoon. Thrills, Kills & Sunday Pills. Kiss It.
All you say , is give me the money
Its hard to care , when you lie to me honey WHOA!
What you do instead masturbation, can you proove the wines not for tasting.
We're not gonna kiss it do you understand?
We're not gonna kiss it do you understand?
We're not gonna give in to your wishes, we don't give a shit if it misses
Come and try and kiss it come and take the chance.
You lie to me , and you lie to the nation
On your knees , theres some bread for the baking WHOA!
Speak your mind , don't let me stop you
When you find , your bread for the killing.
Sorrow .....
I sent a postcard from the one night stand
I got directed by the last little thing that you planned
All you say , is give me the money
Its hard to care , when you lie to me honey WHOA!
We're not gonna kiss it do you understand?
We're not gonna kiss it do you understand?
We're not gonna give in to your wishes, we don't give a shit if it misses
Come and try and kiss it come and take the chance
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