I Need Your Clothes, Your Boots, and Your Motorcycle Songtext
von Austrian Death Machine
I Need Your Clothes, Your Boots, and Your Motorcycle Songtext
OK, listen to me
I′m gonna ask you one time nicely
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I just traveled back in time
And I showed up empty handed
Why don't you just cut me a break
With those things that I demanded?
Don′t you see how strong I am?
You best fulfill my request
Why would you try to stare me down
And put your cigar out on my chest?
I need your clothes (your clothes)
Your boots (your boots)
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes (your clothes)
Your boots (your boots)
Your motorcycle
Give me your clothes
Give me your boots
Give me your mo, mo, mo, mo, mo...
Your motorcycle
Now you'll be the one who's burning
With your hands on that cook top
If this was a different movie
I might have played a cop
Your friends can′t save you now
I wish just break their hands
I will ask one more time nicely
For you to meet my demands
(Can′t you see?)
Can't you see how strong I am?
(I am tough)
You best fulfill my request
Why would you try to stare me down
And put your cigar out on my chest?
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I′m gonna ask you one time nicely
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I just traveled back in time
And I showed up empty handed
Why don't you just cut me a break
With those things that I demanded?
Don′t you see how strong I am?
You best fulfill my request
Why would you try to stare me down
And put your cigar out on my chest?
I need your clothes (your clothes)
Your boots (your boots)
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes (your clothes)
Your boots (your boots)
Your motorcycle
Give me your clothes
Give me your boots
Give me your mo, mo, mo, mo, mo...
Your motorcycle
Now you'll be the one who's burning
With your hands on that cook top
If this was a different movie
I might have played a cop
Your friends can′t save you now
I wish just break their hands
I will ask one more time nicely
For you to meet my demands
(Can′t you see?)
Can't you see how strong I am?
(I am tough)
You best fulfill my request
Why would you try to stare me down
And put your cigar out on my chest?
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
I need your clothes
Your boots
Your motorcycle
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