Goldfrapp - Twist
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Before you go and
Leave this town
I want to see you one more time
Put your dirty angel face
Between my legs
And knicker lace
Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
I want to run away with you
Your caravan and rabbit stew
Don t buy me candyfloss or bears
Swarfega fingers, I want you there
Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
Ride me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
Twist it round again and again
Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
Twist it round again and again
Twist it round again and again Inne utwory
Number 1 U never know Train Clowns Road to somewhere Ooh la la Eat yourself Strict machine Fly me away Utopia Deer stop Satin chic Yes sir Forever Losowe utwory
Both: Take It Back To The Place Where You Know That It All Began.
Chad: We Can Be Anything We Wanna Be!
Both: You Can Tell By The Noise That The Boys Are Back Again!
Chad: Together Makin History!
Both: This Is Our Town, And I m Tellin You All,
The Boys Are...
Walk out into velvet
Nothing more to say
You re my favourite moment
You re my Saturday
Cos you re my Number 1
I m like a dog to get you
I want it up and on
I m like a dog to get you
Sunset only seconds
There s such a thing as self opinion
And this far down South I have no self-control
If anbody else feels like a nobody
Well then your gonna have to look out for you
I ll colour green verything believed in
But I keep screaming for my glass of lemonade
I walk around and it feels...
Touch your thighs, I m the lonely one
Remember that last sweat because that was the right one
Oh, all your mysteries are moving in the sun
I show some love and respect
I Wanna get some love and respect
Baby you can see that the gazing eye won t...
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