Descartes a Kant
i believe it´s sweeter
When it starts to spit
But i never tell her...
And my lover tells me
That the whores don´t lie
But they steal your gold if you
Like to wacht them cry
And the scarecrows tell us
That we´re supposed to fly but
They also told us...
Ladies coat, Ladies coat, let´s go with our
ladies coat and play! to kill the girls, the girls
Hey! kill the girls, the girls
And the velvet chickens
Start to fly with fins
And they use their feathers
When they got dirty wings
Kill the girls
Kill the girls, the girls, the girls
Whoa! Ah! Ah!
Ladies coat, Ladies coat, let´s go with our
ladies coat and play! to kill the girls, the girls
Hey! kill the girls, the girls
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