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Martina Topley Bird Quixotic

No doubt You're gonna be thinkin' I'll run out That's where you're so mistaken You take me to a high Of just no other kind I don't want anything

Tricky : Someone wanna come around Dumpin fun around I bring my bat around And pop one in your shoulder (2x) Pop one in your shoulder Martina

I wanna tell you (?) I've come to feel I wanna show you How our love is real ... In the morning Leave your jacket on the floor I'm coming around

Wish that I could close my eyes And stop this room from moving Any sound could cause surprise Except my blue phone ringing Won't someone come see

Sampled: ... Too tough to die Martina: I always wonder why My mama left town New Haven ain't a bag of salt When nobody knows your name You look

Tell you baby I've been waiting For so long I want it over It's pleasant waiting It's pleasant hating Placenta fed Get out of my head Life's

Sandpaper kisses, papercut bliss Don't know what this is, but it all leads to this: You're gonna leave Her You have deceived Her Just a girl Ooh