Libertines - Mayday

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A slave s a girl who slaves her days away,
In arabesques & minarettes,
Tablecloths and serviettes.
She s singing this is what you get

First you put the tongue in,
Then you put the boot in,
Yeah yeah, oh yeah

First you put the tongue in,
Then you put the boot in,
Yeah yeah, oh yeah

The mob goes fifteen ways,
I dunno which way to go.
The mob goes fifteen ways,
and my head, my poor head
feels like a smashed window

George is 24, he s easily bored
all his life he s seen nothing but closed doors.
Not any more...

First you put the tongue in,
Then you put the boot in,
Yeah yeah, oh yeah

First you put the tongue in,
Then you put the boot in,
Yeah yeah, oh yeah

Inne utwory

  • Mocking bird
  • Gang of gin
  • Cola queen
  • Conversation diva
  • Bucket shop
  • Last post on the bugle
  • For lovers
  • Cyclops
  • The delaney
  • Untitled 102
  • Tomblands
  • What a waste
  • Beggin
  • Time for heroes
  • Arbeit macht frei
  • Up the bracket
  • Babyshambles
  • I got sweets
  • Radio America
  • Losowe utwory

    Breakthrough

    There s a word of kindness from you I ve never heard it
    Nobody else with me, it s been around this lousy day until it s perfect
    Just you wait and see

    Chorus:
    Wow, wow, I m gonna break through
    I m gonna have some fun
    That s...

    Magenta

    Longing for winter
    Longing for cold
    Bikeride through the snow
    Blinded by darkness
    Summer flows to the cemetery slow

    Pink versus black
    Black versus magenta
    This picture of you
    Just melts in my agenda
    While seasons change you know

    Lady of the flowers

    Scuse me, I apologize
    he likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
    he spends the afternoon, between your thighs
    how s that for gratitude, I apologize.

    It seemed to last for hours
    It seemed to last for days
    This lady of the flowers
    and her hypnotic gaze.

    Your crowning glory

    Some girls are fair,
    Some are jolly and fit.
    Some have a well-bred air,
    Or a well-honed wit.

    Each one s a jewel,
    With a singular shine.
    A work of art,
    With it s own rare design.

    Dear little girl,
    You are terribly blessed.
    But it s your...

    The times when we were free

    Don t forget your home,
    the people that you love.
    Don´t forget your friends,
    the things you did with them.
    Don t forget your school,
    the years that you spent there.
    Don t forget the road
    were we used to walk...

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