Luyện nghe bài hát Straight In At 11

I we need more post-coital and less post-rock
Feels like the build up takes but you never get me off
You pull your dress over your face and I stare down towards my
Chastise both our greasy hair, wonder whose gut is the

Stand with my ear to the door listening to the landing
out when we'll be safe to dash the mattress to your bathroom
Where I ball my fingers into fists my knuckles glow bright white
Press the into eye sockets 'til I see the flashing lights

Stop me when my stories change, when they have to repeat
'Cause time I was a mess of sleep of icy feet

So baby, all
It was going to inevitably

I think we need more post-coital and less
Feels like the up takes forever but you never touch my cock
And what exactly do you mean now by what can you eat?
And how does affect how I'll get off this evening?

I flew down south to Mexico, had a minor
I understood why kids draw the sun with its emanating
And the beams broke the clouds, the sky like a concertina
A in my pocket for weeks folded up from a picture

I've been playing straight chicken with gay girls, it's never
She keeps on pulling the peace sign and it seems like a
She licked the glaze on her lips, they shone Battleship Grey
She liked the wisdom I gave

people give themselves to religion
Some people themselves to a cause
Some people give themselves to a
I have to give myself to

So baby, all
It was to happen inevitably
And if it helps, I mean even at all
It's best you dust yourself and get straight back on the horse

I condescend a and wink directly at the camera
And you letting both our senses, I tiptoe out the backdoor
I down, I see streets in view my face in the reflection
Of a Street lingerie store though it wasn't my intention

I phoned my and family to gather 'round the television
The talking count down the most
wrenching break-ups of all time
Imagine the sense of waste, the indignity, the embarrassment
When not a single one of that whole century was