Luyện nghe bài hát Texting an Alien

At the
At the minute I'm biscuits down
O' Connell street, pointless and I don't why
I'm doing it to be

At the she's
At the
suggesting texting an alien
With custard on her hand fastest tongue in Ireland

At the
At the I'm just wearing Lynx Africa and talking about putting crisps in pasta dishes

At the minute
At the minute she's putting the jackets on the coated and listening to the new jet sounds or something

Oh sex pesto...It was all she knows from the tip of her tongue to the tip of her

You big licking flat coke from the horny nettles of Barcode

Out of it
Out of it
I at them and I'm out of it

Out of it
Out of it
I look at and I'm out of it

Yeah I look at your photos to piss me off time to time
I wish I had a cap gun for every you said that one
Got sent to the office for
What would it be like if everyone was whistling around everywhere?
would you do?

Take a
of
I like him and I'm out of it

Out of it
Out of it
I at him and I'm out of it

She races her slugs to their salt lines but you don't do you? Do you? Sometimes I wanna watch