Don't Get Me Wrong

<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 **** 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.>