Skunk Anansie - Contraband
Okay, go then!
Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink,
Of the money, of the weakness that you can′t
conceive
And the polls of your will love your vanity, you believe
Oh, all the rust will corrupt
your fight,
′Cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight,
So the petite the baby blows you
away in 4play, 4play
I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3
Oh, look at me I love gleefully, ′cos my
teeth are full of women,
They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent
All again,
again
Oh, hard enough are your muscles′ depth,
′Cos your smelly little belly filled with
contraband
See the walls, smash the pot and aggressive fuzz
How I laugh, laugh
I say, I say, I say,
yeah, yeah X3
I, I, I, I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah
I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah