Descartes A Kant Ladie's Coat
i believe it´s sweeter When it starts to spit But i never tell her... And my lover tells me That the whores don´t lie But they steal your gold if you Like to wacht them cry And the scarecrows tell us That we´re supposed to fly but They also told us... Ladies coat, Ladies coat, let´s go with our ladies coat and play! to kill the girls, the girls Hey! kill the girls, the girls And the velvet chickens Start to fly with fins And they use their feathers When they got dirty wings Kill the girls Kill the girls, the girls, the girls Whoa! Ah! Ah! Ladies coat, Ladies coat, let´s go with our ladies coat and play! to kill the girls, the girls Hey! kill the girls, the girls
