Parça Ismi: PROSTITUTES Parça No: PGO 38 28.0 (Parça kodu: PGO003828) Besteci: Jean-Baptiste Hanak
Sanatçilar: Jean-Baptiste Hanak, Lyr.Jean-Baptiste Hanak EAN/GTIN: ISRC: FR5R00904370 Albüm Ismi: ROCK OF ANARCHY Katalog No: 38 Albüm: PGO Telif Hakki Sahibi: Parigo - PGO LC No: 25401
Laid-back, romantic and sensual grunge song for new wave lovers. Distorted electric guitar and sexy lo-fi male vocals; 125 bpm
Prostitutes
Auteur : Jean-Baptiste Hanak
Compositeur : Jean-Baptiste Hanak
We know you want to get away because you feel I'm going to say I love you, I want you, I need you, over you. I see the saturday night. I feel the saturday night. This is like saturday night. Receive the saturday night in your eyes. But I want you to stay, without I have to pay. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I need a prostitute, cause she's gone. This is my substitute. Dry as a bone. Rancid, I cannot refute. Right on. I eat my rotten fruit like a moron. I need a prostitute, cause she's gone. This is my substitute. Dry as a bone. Rancid, I cannot refute. Right on. I eat my rotten fruit like a moron. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. we know you want to get away because you feel I'm going to say I love you. I pay you like I fly away. It makes me feel I'm not there to stay. I feel my senses back. Down your throat and I slack. Turn the crank and I flack. I feel you got the knack. I need some more but you're on your way. We'll have to wait for next saturday. And I will feel so wack, while drinking my six-pack, thinking of my horseback. I know you got the knack. Cause you want me to stay, but I can't keep on playing. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I need a prostitute, cause she's gone. This is my substitute. Dry as a bone. Rancid, I cannot refute. Right on. I eat my rotten fruit like a moron. I need a prostitute, cause she's gone. This is my substitute. Dry as a bone. Rancid, I cannot refute. Right on. I eat my rotten fruit like a moron.