Teksty:
Angels Bedroom After Bedroom

back Get no sleep tonight, midnight runaway twist my arm till my backbone breaks and the bedroom starts to sway Bedroom after bedroom soldier, pretender bedroom after bedroom

strike three No doubt, make her girlfriend eat her out After we fuck, then the exit be the route Believe me, we don't love them hoes Break out, after

, I'm coming back around It feels like we're moving faster The thresholds about to give We'll leave after the explosion Who do we thing we are? We're Angels

Intro: A who di gal dem a cry for Scare Dem, Monster Shack just as dat Angel Doolas, sexy body gal are here to conquer Jesus Christ dem gyal yah a

guitar, I'll be just strummin' away and bidding goodbye, to another beautiful day. A portrait of my angel, That I love most of all - I'll have painted from a snapshot onto my bedroom

? Want me to speak the real? Speak the real man Nigga, speak the real Speak the real Speak the real Speak the real Speak the real It's a quarter after

hundred floors above me in the, in the tower of song Come on I was born like this, I had no choice I was born with the gift of a golden voice And twenty seven angels

night long Oh, a hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song. I was born like this, I had no choice I was born with the gift of a golden voice And twenty-seven angels

Through darkened streets and blackened gloom the candles dim in your bedroom rain reflecting shadows in the night the moon is full and through the mist