Little Black Backpack Songtext
von Stroke 9

Well, I know it
It′s a shame, a shame, I can't show it
And I see it
I can see it now, but I′m so far below it

Don't wanna, don't wanna talk about it
I say, "Why not?" Don′t wanna think about it
I say there′s got to be some good reason
For your little, black backpack
Up, smack, turn around, he's on his back, and

Don′t wanna tango with you
I'd rather tangle with him
I think I′m gonna bash his head in
And this shouldn't concern you except that
Just don′t expect to get your bloody, black backpack back

And I can feel you, yes, I can
What about that don't you understand?
And I sense you
It's something sensual, but it′s less than I planned


Don′t wanna, don't wanna talk about it
I say, "Why not?" Don′t wanna think about it
I say there's got to be some good reason
For your little, black backpack
Up, smack, turn around, he′s on his back, and

Don't wanna tango with you
I′d rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in
And this shouldn't concern you except that
Just don′t expect to get your bloody, black backpack back

You′re trying to find a reason
For the way you feel tonight
Your mind is lined with layers of lead
Have you heard one thing that I've said?

Don′t wanna talk about it
I say, "Why not?" Don't wanna think about it
I say there′s got to be some good reason
For your little, black backpack
Up, smack, turn around, he's on his back

And I don′t wanna tango with you
I'd rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in
This shouldn′t concern you except that
Just don′t expect to get your bloody, black backpack back


Don't wanna tango with you
I′d rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in
This shouldn′t concern you except that
Just don't expect to get your bloody, black backpack back