Testi

Oh, we gotta stay strong, we gotta go on Gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun Make a fool of ourselves in order to help Order an order to flirt with our death A mixtape of love a handful of god You are mine in a complex of thoughts Oh-ohohoh I only talk in Spanish with my mates The language that solely consists of words like true love and hate Terrific dancers scatter the streets Muscular men chat up bullfighting ladies with pompadour cheeks And that is all that I'll ever need Oh, we gotta stay strong, we gotta go on Gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun Make a fool of ourselves in order to help Order an order to flirt with our death A mixtape of love a handful of god You are mine in a complex of thoughts Oh-ohohoh Camino Camaro come up on your feet Rise from the hot innuendo of Hemingway dreams The damage already disguised its seeds Let's leave for the party, eat ocean fish, make love to the beast And that is all that we'll ever need Oh, we gotta stay strong we gotta go on Gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun Make a fool of ourselves in order to help Order an order to flirt with our death A mixtape of love a handful of god You are mine in a complex of thoughts Oh-ohohoh
Writer(s): Friedhelm Mund Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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