Don'tGetMeWrong

She's got the soul

But her gut needs to run

To have the marking washed about the things and like

Everybody's laughing 'bout the clown in her head

I start to dress me like the wise girls said

Some people whisper and some people talk too much

I feel the time has come

I feel the job is done

Something is ridiculous

She takes my hand and say

Don't you want to f**k me

I am ready to play

I am the gear

She is obscene

We are the oil of the shaking bed machine

Another scream

Wake up it's your dream

That is what I mean

Here comes a strange kind of hero

Non formal stories that you know

Don't get me wrong

You'll try the dark way

Don't get me wrong

It's not your last day

She is a bee with a sting in her hand

She loves a run back in my gone freezing land

We fall into plans and we dropped in to the force

And now she spreads her legs you wanna ride me like a horse

I am the gear

She is obscene

We are the oil of the shaking bed machine

Another scream

Wake up it's your dream

That is what I mean

Here comes a strange kind of hero

Non formal stories that you know

Don't get me wrong

You'll try the dark way

Don't get me wrong

It's not your last day

And now it feels like before

I know you ask for more

Don't get me wrong

Here's the law