Derdang Derdang
Album - 3 aprile 2006 - Debaser id 312478

lovely fingertips on my lips
i don't think i'll get get get it
oh, it's so fun to love someone
try try to get get over it

your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips

lovely fingertips on my lips
i don't think i'll get get over it
broken fingertips on your hips
i don't think i'll get get get it
all your love is stitched on me
i don't think i'll get get over it
little hooks stuck on my back
ten little tears that make their attack

your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips

it's so fun to love someone
just try try to get get over it
skeleton pictures play in my mind
i think i'll always miss miss miss it

your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips

it's so fun to love someone
just try try to get get over it
skeleton pictures play in my mind
i think i'll always miss miss miss it

your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips

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Where's your dart gone honey,
it would be good to have your tongue.
And where's your voice gone sonny,
you've got to step up, come on, come.
So pick a casket for me honey
Oh let me be your every dream
I'll even be the love you lost
You won't be so much when I'm mean

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Where's your friends gone honey,
it seems they want your company.
Well I could never put you down, down, down
It would be good to have your tongue
And now our time is running
I'll watch you watch me pray from grave
So pick a casket for me honey,
we've still plenty love to pray.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, ohhh...

Where's you gone to sonny
I'm turning mean and...
Well pick a casket for me honey
it would be good to have your tongue

And if you want to shoot me down, down, down
For there is nothing left to call
There is no one on earth to see
Not through to the fog that's over me.

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Ba ba da da ba ba da da...Oh... Oh... Oh.

One is a gun with a dart for my sweetheart.
Two only you can remove such an ache so...
Three let me see what you've got, what you're made of,
what you're not.
Four is sore, just a ripped and bloodied claw.

Dart.

For.

My.

Sweetheart.

Five is a bunching fist that's within me.
Six little stitches thread through my heart.
Seven shining reasons tearing us apart.
Eight lose your hate, it's a game, come on love me
it's your fate.

Dart for my sweetheart.
Dart for my sweetheart.

Nine cold crimes in the night, please forgive me.
Ten are the tears that are frozen on your face.
Eleven I know I'm not your favorite man.
Twelve I'll take you like only I can.

Dart for my sweetheart.
Dart for my sweetheart.