At The Drive-In Lyrics
5. Plastic Memories
There's nothing like the way she looks When she fucks me those her big brown eyes I know she's mad at me (mad at me) When would we feel The blue bird has arrived Favor of the plane is the question Did it matter how much I cope with out A little more then a distance Mad at me (mad at me) Got to affect her with her peck Jealous soul eyes But I'm just playing Mad at me (mad at me) All that matters now All that matters now Is the matter of effect Inside her beautiful Smile In the picket Fence Cartel We all become what we most dislike [x3] Find one assassin Mad at me (mad at me) When would we She was just coming of age Mad at me (mad at me) In the picket Fence Cartel We all become what we most dislike
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