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monk (uk) - sideshow lyrics

(intro: lordaron)
she l+st me i want her
she l+st me i want her
she l+st me i want her
i love her she l+st me i wanna
welcome back the hostess, she relapse with no rest
on a task to go press everyman to contest
make a pass on the guest at a glance she looks best
in a flash we have fled getting back into bed
she so fast to undress money dance make her wet
fifty bands in her sweat with my hand on her chest
she was asked to confess so theatrical yes
she is that in the flesh it’s the past she regrets
(verse 1: lordaron)
games of power hour after hour then there you were
caught fanning out for display flocking my way when there were fewer
coming over quick i hope to dodge her with a sl!ck manoevure
partying without her host she got a mr. suitor
looking for someone to love you better
looking at me like i’m just your pleasure
loosing my temper tear her checker uh (uh)
drunk on the passion won’t remember
i don’t need you to love me ever
now she’s crying so i’m trying to hold it together
one of the classy blasé b+tches dreams of brassy riches
dressed up in designer stitches tucked away in the dresser
leave you with the look of surprise rolling your weather
save the poignant setiments and play a joker or a jester
for everyman’s associated with the same cost ’til there laid off
played off in the same spot big shots until they flop
three quarters drank and slowly faded became locked into chaos
take big shots get brainwashed living, tripping she went missing

(chorus: lordaron & cmmonk)
welcome back the hostess, she relapse with no rest
on a task to go press everyman to contest
make a pass on the guest at a glance she looks best
in a flash we have fled getting back into bed
she so fast
it’s like no way, it’s like no way
she was asked
couldn’t love her anyway never wanted her to stay
(verse 2: cmmonk)
no i never said i (?)
women on the leather pressure always makes it better
(?)
no agenda whatever these are the words out of your mouth
you know clever (?)
f+ck your measure i’ll be better in the city centre
no i’m not hoping you show in with such little clothing
just stay the f+ck away i’m glassy eyed i don’t wanna speak about
any affairs i just want to let go
made the same mistakes again
in a change for your life entertainment isn’t tame for tonight
unable to cry have a few more glasses might be able to fly
looking like you got cut someone grab the mop bucket
your sick now cleanup your sh+t no wit no cl!ck
you like to f+ck it up
why’d you have to pop up others around you what’s up?
(?) you might start crying
realisation all eyes are on you start lying

(outro: cmmonk)
she won’t ask for me
i won’t say that i’m sorry
i don’t need that vibe i don’t catch it
it’s like this isn’t going anywhere i don’t want it
it’s not worth it
couldn’t love her anyway

- monk uk lyrics

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