Текст песни Club '45

She dropped the bomb

And held the score

A leather fiction

That has left her bored

Another seed

I stuck into you

You get the toxic with a broken clue

You feel the heat

Content again

A drug that speeds you till you hit the band

Prepared for more

You scrubbed the floor

Till you had enough and then you locked the door

All my senses are collected in my hand

And I think that it was nothing I have planned

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On a busy street

I know I'm there to get up my feet

A rip-off fare

Of a leather sign

I feel like something that was on your mind

Intend the kiss

That let me in

Into a secret that was made in sin

And stuck too deep

And what has left is just a fuckin'creep

All my senses are collected in my hand

And I think that it was nothing I have planned

All my senses are collected in my hand

And you are banned.

Blackmail Club '45