49er Lighter Songtext
von The I.L.Y’s

Furiously rated G
With the busiest depression
Ears pierced by lightning spears
Write the fucking question
It′s a hologram, honey, and I leave it alone
With your nail polish fumes getting fucked up alone
That's not very creative
Chasing down injured mosquitoes
With headaches handed out by lust
The world is illegal
Is that all you′ve got?
Is that all you've got?
Stop movin' around so much
I′ve got to work out this psychiatric love
Got to stop movin′ around so much
I've got to work out this psychiatric love


Sign off emotionally
Can′t stop professionally
Like a sequin dress when you move around
Those little things just go insane
It's a hologram, honey, and I leave it alone
With your nail polish fumes getting fucked up alone
Cringe, cringe, my quickest heart
That speed is superficial
Slow, slow, my slowest start
That speed is superficial
Is that all you′ve got?
Is that all you've got?
Stop movin′ around so much
I've got to work out this psychiatric love
Got to stop movin' around so much
I′ve got to work out this psychiatric love
Got to

I might buy this 49er lighter
Crazy time, someone take me dancing
I might buy this 49er lighter
Crazy time, someone take me dancing