Wet paint, wet paint You know I'm crazy 'bout wet paint ( wet paint, wet paint ) Can't get enough of wet paint ( wet paint, wet paint )
.) (?) Gordon and Maria: And we'll hang a "Wet Paint" sign on you! Wet paint! (?) Wet paint! (?) Wet paint! Stay away from wet paint! Wet paint
car huh? (Let's go) Pussy like paint, pussy wet candy Bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy Pussy like paint, pussy wet candy Bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet
Translation: Forest For The Trees. Wet Paint.
? (let's go) [Chorus:] Pussy like paint, Pussy wet candy, Bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet candy, Pussy like paint, Pussy wet candy, Bitches wanna fuck my pussy wet
I wanted to follow you Down to your well-furnished cave And to laugh at your art I wanted to tell you the truth But I'm always afraid That you'll be
Covered in roses Covered in roses Covered in roses No-one deserves it all Covered in roses Covered in roses What are they looking for? Take me for what
die, die, die, one little girl One little girl couldn?t run away Anywhere she?d go, the rules and men the same One little girl couldn?t take the pain
Azul palido, as death it waits for me After storms, and after pouring rain Weakest thunder, pale blue remains Azul palido, as death it follows me Mocking
Wouldn't know any more than home And couldn't see much further And light won't help a wound untended grows And never heals Standing face to east Waiting
fade To lean, to err, too far along for me To wait around, to smile is to accept In center ring Rolling in sawdust and hay Covered in paint Damn everything
A quiet world I am taught but I never learn a thing I'm not deaf but I can't hear everything A quiet world, unquiet I am strong but I never move a
So suddenly Where was my mind What was I thinking of I lost control You could have died I could have killed you But when we recovered I only thought
Line of people to pass you by Posing sympathy with their whitewash eyes With the ladies feigning their mourning cries And the men shaking hands Weigh
and sane, protected wholly Tongue-tied and restless Breathing of futures Know meI am not a child 'Though you have age You have not felt the pain Should
fate Concession of pain, the taste for power Life awaits its final hour Locked in conscience Strange mess of thoughts Privilege of pain Gained the power
your brain No question at all They've constructed the wall But you had the bricks (Ever increasing pressure fix) (Pain of mind, sickness of heart) Pain
I can hear a voice inside itas telling me to try to hold on I tried to give it up but then you put me back to where I belong now faced with a bitter rival
