La la la la la la lo,
|
La la la la la la lo,
|
La la la la la la lo,
|
La la la la la la lo
|
|
One time, two time
|
Giving' me a slow one
|
Flipping' lovers hands
|
With a trigger of a handgun
|
|
Three time, four time
|
Throw me on a big bed
|
Open up your mouth
|
I'll put a bullet in your dumb head
|
|
(Oh)
|
|
Big lips she shifts
|
Smells of a little hot sun
|
I know she can dance
|
But she really is a fat one
|
Well I must admit I was a little scared
|
When she got undressed
|
And it was bang bang bang
|
But she wasn't impressed
|
|
And it's all
|
Sick and gentle
|
It's all
|
Fucking mental
|
It's all
|
Over before it begins
|
|
And it's all
|
Worse than dying
|
It's all
|
Terrifying
|
It's all
|
Little pistols and pimps
|
|
Lying on this big girls floor
|
Tell me something
|
Tell me more
|
Pistols on her swollen bed
|
Pointing at my aching head
|
|
There was a singer in the windows
|
And a humming in my poor head,
|
She was smoking in the corner
|
And said I'll hold you, don't you feel dead
|
|
Well I must admit I was a little scared
|
When she got undressed
|
It was bang bang bang
|
But she wasn't impressed
|
|
And it's all
|
Sick and gentle
|
It's all
|
Fucking mental
|
It's all
|
Over before it begins
|
|
And it's all
|
Worse than dying
|
It's all
|
Terrifying
|
It's all
|
Little pistols and pimps
|
|
Lying on this big girls floor
|
Tell me something
|
Tell me more
|
Pistols on her swollen bed
|
Pointing at my aching head
|
|
Chase me half way down the street
|
Shooting' at my aching feet
|
Got no I.D
|
Got no clothes
|
Am I dead?
|
Christ only knows
|
|
-----------------
|
The Pimp
|
| The Fratellis |
