Dagoba The Man You're Not
Too cool and too sexy,
Like the purest dime you shine
The way you dance around me
Nasty, just like a snake...
I cannot hear the words you're telling me
I cannot even tell where the hell you came from
There is something in you that is holding me
Seductive sound of frying skin
Your face is now the one I want to see
And I drink your speech while you're serving me
Not! The man you're not!
Not! The man you're not!
The man you're not
Red like the other colors turn to the darkest one
Schizophrenic trip in a ravenous field of fire
There is something in you that is holding me
Seductive sound of frying skin
Your face is now the one I want to see
And I drink your speech while you're serving me
Not! The man you're not!
Not! The man you're not!
The man you're not
You try to keep me in a passive mood
And the ladies' kisses turn to bloody bites
There is something in you that is holding me
Seductive sound of frying skin
Your face is now the one I want to see
And I drink your speech while you're serving me
Not! The man you're not!
Not! The man you're not!
The man you're not
