Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Herman Brood & His Wild Romance
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Herman Brood
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herman Brood
Composer
P. Hawinkels
Composer
Texty
When the wind is crawling in
At your basement floor
And the rats are runnin' 'round, tryin' to get underneath there
In your chamber door
Hey, child, when I smell the stench of your sweat-stained tee
And when I see this French chick, you know, lickin' my speed, man
When the snow is wettin'
My old wooden chair
And the claps are runnin' 'round, pattin' me
In my pubic hair
All my old solicitors come around and only have needles for a pay
And all my brand-new visitors only have spoons to give away, now
To give away
I said, "All my precious pleasures, honey, you took away with all your charms"
And all my solitary treasures, now I'm in a strainer of my arm
I said, "Damn this cruel december"
I said any hiddeous thing I can think of
You know, it never ever seems enough
I'm makin' friends with your daddy, friends with your dog
Just to get you, honey, to let me in
Just to get you, mom, to let me in
I said, "I make friends with your daddy and your dog"
Just to get you to let me in, child
Just to get you, well...
Cha, cha
Ooh, anything I can think of, mom
It never ever seems enough
I make friends with your daddy
I make friends with your dog
Just to get you, honey, to let me get back in y'r love
Just to get you, child, you know, to let me, now
back in y'r love
Back in y'r love
Back in y'r love
Back in y'r love
Back in y'r love
Writer(s): Brood, Hawinkels
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