歌词:
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
All nine yards down her back
Give me a cup of charm,
Give me a cup of love,
Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear.
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
All nine yards down her back
Give me a cup of charm,
Give me a cup of love,
Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear.
What is in my mind?
What is in my mind?
Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate.
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down her back
All nine yards down his back
Give me a cup of charm,
Give me a cup of love,
Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear.
Conversation fear. Conversation fear. Conversation fear.
