Luyện nghe bài hát Straight In At 11

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

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

Stop me when my stories change, when have started to repeat
last 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
like the build up takes forever but you never touch my cock
And what exactly do you mean now by can you even eat?
And how does affect how I'll get off this evening?

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

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

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

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

I condescend a and wink directly at the camera
And you letting both our senses, I tiptoe out the backdoor
I skip down, I see streets in my face in the reflection
Of a High Street lingerie store though it my intention

I phoned my friends and family to gather the television
The heads count down the most
Heart break-ups of all time
Imagine the great sense of waste, the indignity, the
not a single one of that whole century was mine