Dd's Songtext
von Iggy and The Stooges
Dd's Songtext
When you find that you need a break
Doesn′t matter if you're real or fake
Doesn′t matter what the crowd thinks you think
You need sex or, man, your life is gonna stink
I'm on my knees for those double D's
Why tell a lie? I am stupefied
I′m so happy when I look at them
Though I′m happier when I'm touching them
Symbolic of a good atmosphere
Complications lead to dust, disappear
Look at them blow
What do you know?
Aristotle never covered this
If he had, I think he woulda miss
′Cause there's no need to take advantage
This is basic, not romantic
I′m on my knees for those double D's
Why tell a lie? I am mystified
I′m on my knees for those double D's
Why tell a lie? I am crucified
When you're finding that you need a break
Doesn′t matter if you′re real or fake
Doesn't matter what the crowd thinks you think
You need sex or, man, your life is gonna stink
I′m on my knees for those double D's
Why tell a lie? I am mystified
Double, double, double, double D′s
Double D's, double, double, double
Double, double, double, double D′s
God, Jung, or Freud
These are my toys
Think about 'em every night and day
Doesn′t matter if you're real or fake
Doesn′t matter what the crowd thinks you think
You need sex or, man, your life is gonna stink
I'm on my knees for those double D's
Why tell a lie? I am stupefied
I′m so happy when I look at them
Though I′m happier when I'm touching them
Symbolic of a good atmosphere
Complications lead to dust, disappear
Look at them blow
What do you know?
Aristotle never covered this
If he had, I think he woulda miss
′Cause there's no need to take advantage
This is basic, not romantic
I′m on my knees for those double D's
Why tell a lie? I am mystified
I′m on my knees for those double D's
Why tell a lie? I am crucified
When you're finding that you need a break
Doesn′t matter if you′re real or fake
Doesn't matter what the crowd thinks you think
You need sex or, man, your life is gonna stink
I′m on my knees for those double D's
Why tell a lie? I am mystified
Double, double, double, double D′s
Double D's, double, double, double
Double, double, double, double D′s
God, Jung, or Freud
These are my toys
Think about 'em every night and day
Writer(s): Iggy Pop, James Robert Williamson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com