Текст Red Hot Chili Peppers – Quixoticelixer
Текст:
Kick back a little just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I’m your punk
On the brink of sinking, baby, but not yet sunk
That I was all you had to hold
How I wish it was so when you told me
That you were solid gold
Gravity-free is she, look at her
Heart is on a mattress full of anti-matter
You never look at very mellow impressions
Your smell or your «go to hell» expression
Quixoticelixer might
But it probably will not fix your bite
Tell me now, tell me how
Did I get your lipstick on my kite
I love this weather
It’s the perfect storm
Just keep it coming
In its perfect form
I love this weather
‘Cause it keeps me warm
Just keep it coming
In its perfect form
Everyday depression in a beautiful dress
Lady made a beautiful mess I guess
Dedicated mind in a medicated state
Is a highly overrated fate
Terrible is a soul
When she told me there is such a thing
From winter into spring
I love this weather
It’s a perfect storm
Just keep it coming
In its perfect form
I love this weather
‘Cause it keeps me warm
Just keep it coming
In its perfect form
The madder the boy, the sadder the song
That’s a wicked fate but the sick gets strong
Mad boy, sad song
A wicked fate, but the sick gets strong
Nobody’s right and everyone’s wrong
I refuse to punt on fourth and long
Mad boy, sad song
Wicked fate but the sick gets…
Kick back a little just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I’m your punk
On the brink of sinking, baby, but not yet sunk
How I listen below when you told me
That I was all you had to hold
I wish it was so when you told me
That you were solid gold
I swear to God I could not hurt you
I’ve got to be inside your virtue
I can’t contain my urge to search you
I stand before you there’s no curfew
I long to be inside your virtue
My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to God I could not hurt you
My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to God I could not hurt you
I swear to God I could not hurt you
I’ve got to be inside your virtue
I can’t contain my urge to search you
Альбом
Red Hot Chili Peppers – Californication
