Luyện nghe bài hát Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip

It hurts when you have to press that dull little
That only supposed to use once and then discard
But where do you put it? In the garbage can my honest
My shyness, pet her

She's been five months late
though we haven't had sex for a week
A a day, a meal, I say
And my made my

Somebody else already used the 'Aurora-Borealis'
She was up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer
She's only weeks late, but I haven't had a date forever
Ever, ever,

Wish I had more, opportunity
More chances to remember things
So I couldn't have so much on my
On my, on my, umm ah, on my, umm umm

We'd have so much more
And so more input
So more creative flow
If we had in school, a GIT

GIT, geeks in
Ha! on, Dave, think of one
(Girls trouble)
It be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC, fuck man this is a waste of

One more

You're personally for
The entire strip to be washed
Cleansed as if gallons of, um, rubbing
Flowed through the strip and were set on

It just singe the hair, it made it straight
And then Perry Ellis came with his broom
And his
And he, he erected a beautiful city, a of stars