12 Rounds Pleasant Smell
Lulu's in the backroom Screaming in her cell I'd like to switch her off But I don't feel so well You could move closer I think you have a pleasant smell You could move in with me Into my pretty hell Dream on Dream on, please Dream on Dream on Come Ooh you're such a good boy Bringing in my tea Scratching at my blood Shoots me with sympathy Don't breathe on me When you are full of Alcohol I just love it when yo're down there Cos you look so small Dream on, please Footsteps in my blood at night Breathing in me strong Slipping in my rising Keep me up Keep me awake I wish that they'd be gone So come on
