Luyện nghe bài hát Texting an Alien

At the
At the I'm throwing biscuits down
O' Connell street, it's pointless and I why
I'm doing it to be

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

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

At the she's
At the minute she's the jackets 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 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 at them and I'm out of it

Yeah I look at your photos to piss me off from time to
I wish I had a cap gun for time you said that one
Got sent to the for whistling
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 mind do you? Do you? Sometimes I wanna