Sweet Sunshine |
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Sweet Sunshine Lyrics |
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 Judge me on the inside With a finger full of gravy Wanna get you on the sofa, Lady, wanna Shake and Bake me Pocket full of blood And gotcha on a mound I`m gonna break my face On the sweet sunshine Pocket full of blood Gotcha on a mound Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil And get me some more I wanna get up off the floor Hollow full of bread With your husband dreaming` We are skunk and soul And I found it on a screaming Grab your wine, tell me where you been With the violin crime And the moon gettin` thin Grab your wine; take me where you been With the violin time And the moon gettin` thin I wanna climb up on the rug I wanna swing through the city On a wrecking` ball I wanna climb up on the rug I wanna swing through the city On a wrecking` ball Lay on to the dawn another pitiful sensation Cause diamond full of salad And I kill my master nation Got a bucket full of blood Dancing` on the mound Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine Bucket full of blood Dancing` on the mound Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil And get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil |
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