Luyện nghe bài hát Texting an Alien

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

At the minute
At the
She's suggesting an alien
With custard on her hand with fastest tongue in

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

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

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

You big weirdo licking flat coke from the nettles of Barcode

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

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

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

a photo
of
I look 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 lines but you don't mind do you? Do you? Sometimes I wanna watch