Salad şarkı sözleri
I can sleep in a chairWhen the air is closeAnd the book is hardly startedYou know I never prayBut i might one dayFor those around departedOne imitation smileCurls round your glassI can see through white wineOne imitation smileCurls round your lipsI can see right through youI'm modelled in waxBut in good hands nowI'll burn up at both endsHalf dead with fatigueIn a social stormI can gather all my close friendsI get the heaviest bluesAnd the shortest fuseWhen the glutton party beckonsMy rattle is a drawOn the restaurant floorThey'll soon be up for seconds
