you wear it in the room I hate your perfume when you wear it in my room When you wear it in my room I hate your perfume Hate your perfume
Translation: Guided By Voices. I Hate Your Perfume.
Clarify my empty elephant of some beautiful death It's time to get to know the article you'll be stripping Ladies of the spread You better keep my secrets in that perfume
on a rolling stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that
've decided to give you all of me./ Baby come closer, baby come closer./ I'm ready for ya!/ Kill 'em all, switch it up./ Put it on, zip it up./ Let my perfume
" Dreamin', I'm always dreamin' If I close my eyes I can smell your perfume You look and say, "hi baby" If I close my eyes pictures from china Still hang
missed you" Dreamin' - I'm always dreamin' If I close my eyes I can smell your perfume you look and say "Hi baby" If I close my eyes pictures from China still hang
He's thinking of his lonely room The sink that by his bed gives off a stink Then smells her perfume in his eyes And her voice was like a bell Outside
it's a feelin? that should be long gone Things seem to come up when I hear our song Golden brown girl, it seemed so long Since I heard your voice, where
my hands on Poof, Dina was gone Where she disappeared to no one knows All she left behind were her silky clothes Smelled the smell of her sweet perfume Heard a voice
Remember the morning we dug up your gun The worms in the barrel, the hanging sun Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin The lost smell on your
Standing at the bus stop I heard a voice behind me saying, "Hi, baby" Ohh, I just fell all apart inside Because I hadn't heard that voice in such a long
spine, bitch Stop cryin bitch, before I hit ya wit the iron, bitch You can't rhyme bitch, the one triple nine's mine bitch The pain'll make ya voice change
the Coupe in hot pursuit To stop and introduce Like, I'm Shyne and you? You're my destiny And you're diamond cluster, too much just to touch ya Perfume
I must close my ears or I'll go insane. Can't you be a gentle breeze or silent as a snowfall, Won't you try and listen for the voice behind the wall.
money Clothes, and cars, You ain't the cat You think you are. And you can't, No you can't have my love. [man's voice] Well hello there sweetheart. You
the girl in this rusty bed? Why am I back in a filthy room? Why is her voice ringing in my head? Why am I high on her cheap perfume? VietnamHey look
? Eleven...thirty Favourite hairstyle? Betty boop Haistyles you dislike? Curled fringes(****) Favourite fashion designer? Betsy johnson Favourite lipstick? Elizabeth arden Foundation? Sk two Perfume
