Idioma Origen:
Behold the fishnet slut, tonight!
Hustle Rose goes from limb to limb.
Fingertip to painted lip,
she sways her way up to him, says,
?Now that your wallet is all lit up (x8)
you're gonna wanna wear it out."
If you?re looking for something life-like, hit a sardine nightclub. If every surface you touch is cold, never go home.
He says, ?I can?t feel a thing, my dreams are so tight.
Why wouldn?t I stand in line tonight?
Now that your wallet is all lit up (x3)
you?re gonna wanna wear it out.(x2)
(x2)
You could throw me a bone.
If I get too close, you wake me up, remind me softly to go.
If I forget, won?t you wake me up, remind me
not to feel a thing, keep the dream tight?
I can?t feel a thing, my dreams are so tight.
Can't feel anything, my dreams are so tight;
why wouldn?t I stand in line tonight?
Idioma Destino:
Behold the fishnet slut, tonight!
Hustle Rose goes from limb to limb.
Fingertip to painted lip,
she sways her way up to him, says,
?Now that your wallet is all lit up (x8)
you're gonna wanna wear it out."
If you?re looking for something life-like, hit a sardine nightclub. If every surface you touch is cold, never go home.
He says, ?I can?t feel a thing, my dreams are so tight.
Why wouldn?t I stand in line tonight?
Now that your wallet is all lit up (x3)
you?re gonna wanna wear it out.(x2)
(x2)
You could throw me a bone.
If I get too close, you wake me up, remind me softly to go.
If I forget, won?t you wake me up, remind me
not to feel a thing, keep the dream tight?
I can?t feel a thing, my dreams are so tight.
Can't feel anything, my dreams are so tight;
why wouldn?t I stand in line tonight?