LEARN LYRICS

One, two, three and

Here you have your song

The rest of your stuff in boxes in the living room

Smoking in my room

Infomercials on the television

It's so weird to be without talking to you

Singing songs that make me think that I should call you

I was just about to forget

But it has started again

The song that I don't want to sing to you

Two, three and

On the living-room couch

There's the stain from a wine that you spilled

Inside the freezer

The face of a sea bream looks on with depression

You want to be my friend

Eat my p*ssy

They won't see you walking with me again

You want to be my friend

I pee myself with you

They won't see you walking with me again

It's so weird to be without talking to you

Singing songs that make me think that I should call you

I was just about to forget

But it has started again

The song that I don't want to sing to you

One, two, three and

You ain't nothing but a hound dog cryin' all the time

Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit

You want to be my friend

Eat my p*ssy

You want to be my friend

I pee myself with you