Sneaker Pimps - How do

Tekst :

Hey ho-who is this, no one but
me my dear,

Please come, say how do,
the things I´ll give to you,

A stroke as gentle as a feather,
Hey ho-I am here, am I not young and fair,

Please come, say how do,
the things I´ll show to you

Would you have a wondrous sight,
the midday sun at midnight,
Fair maid, white and red,
comb you smooth and stroke your hair

Inne utwory

  • Black sheep
  • Low place like home
  • Post-modern sleaze
  • Destroying angel
  • 6 Underground
  • Unattach
  • Cute sushi lunches
  • Loretta young silks
  • Precious
  • Johnny
  • Splinter
  • Curl
  • Blue movie
  • Tesko suicide
  • Empathy
  • Flowers and silence
  • Half life
  • Ten to twenty
  • Wife by 2000
  • Losowe utwory

    River Shannon

    Oh Shannon
    I might be dreaming
    The stars fell down on the factory
    The cathedrals repeating, the light receding
    Bells on another day
    Have you ever seen my face
    fast asleep and dreaming?
    Oh Shannon
    The lightning fell
    There s an army down by the riverside
    But I might be dreaming
    I can see that you don t believe me
    And...

    Less than two

    Wanting you
    Loving you
    Holding You
    Needing you
    (Wanting you)
    (Loving you)
    (Holding you)
    (Needing you) ...

    Underwear goes inside the pants

    Why is marijuana not legal? Why is marijuana not legal?
    It’s a natural plant that grows in the dirt.
    You know what’s not natural?
    80 year old dudes with hard-ons. That’s not natural.
    But we got pills for that.
    We’re dedicating all our medical resources...

    Come to me

    Out of the darkness you came
    You looked so tired and sad
    I asked where you ve been
    You answered your voice was quiet
    Out in the cold searching for love
    I said you don t have to search for love

    Come to me, come to...

    Some phone numbers

    For some kicks I went drinking, with some old hounds I ran with
    While you were away for the day
    Now the guys hadn t changed much, the scene seemed the same
    In the way that the night games are played

    Chorus:
    Without you...