Deftones - When girls telephone boys

Tekst :

Always the same old taste just new injury
Well I ll wear the claws if you d like that
Yeah if you d like that we can ride on a blackhorse
A great new wave Hesperian deathhorse
I can call you when I get back
Yeah when I get back I will call
But don t speak don t say nothing
In case we ever do meet again
Something s wrong with you
Well I hope we never do meet again
You always sharpen your teeth cause you re like that
And you re like that everytime you pull heart back
And her compacts carving deeper in your lap
I would call but I forget where the phone is at
Guess I ll talk to you when I get back
Yeah when I get back I will talk
But don t speak don t say nothing
In case we ever should meet again
There are some things wrong with you
I hope we never do meet again.
I hope we never do meet again.
I hope we never do meet again.
Something s wrong with you...and I hope we never do meet again.

Inne utwory

  • Elite
  • Rickets
  • Dai the flu
  • Around the fur
  • Wax & wane
  • Feiticeira
  • Crenshaw
  • Tired of sex
  • Nightboat
  • Hump
  • Street carp
  • Battle axe
  • My own summer
  • Digital bath
  • Bender
  • The sweetest perfection
  • 7 Words
  • Hexagram
  • Losowe utwory

    Happiness

    I love the way you love to live
    You got life, you re inspiration
    I love the way that you do
    Your heart s so freely
    You re a sweet sensation
    You re my invitation to happiness
    You re full of sweet surprises happiness...

    No lies

    I m feeling, just feeling,
    Seems like it s all inside.
    No meaning, no grieving.
    Just the way that I can t hide.
    I m praying, she s saying,
    No reason for me to disguise.
    Love s waiting, and I m taking,
    So...

    Love me tonight

    May this tenderness cling
    When the fire of Spring
    Is a memory
    May you still be my own
    When a hundred years have flown

    But if it can t be
    Give this moment to me
    While our dream is bright
    Put your sweet arms around me
    And love me...

    Wax & wane

    Carrying prose
    Broke my real friend
    The devil might steady
    We wax and we wane
    The devil might steady
    We wax and wane
    (x4)
    Licking alms
    The devil might steady
    Rattling we ll taste
    We wax and we wane
    The devil might steady
    We wax and wane
    (x4)
    Caring is...

    A million and 1 buddah spots

    Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
    My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
    I m high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys
    I would be brief but my Karl Kani s didn t dry
    I...