Elle Milano The Nightclub Is Over
This is a ballad of my private thoughts
This is ballad of sickening thoughts
Music is nothing,
Its just stands in the background
It’s the ringing in your ears
When your head hits the pillow
It’s the ache in your brain when the nightclub is over…
Its ups and downs, ups and downs,
Take my thoughts, take my thoughts…
What to do… what to do?
Taking off his trousers and she takes off her socks.
You can set the night on fire with a disco ball,
A razor sharp haircut,
A little perfume and,
A racing pulse and
A Wonderbra...
I hear that someone else is doing it for you but,
Hey now, I was there first.
‘Area 51’ is under my bed –
Extinct in the middle of winter
Yeah, so talented and beautiful,
You’re one in a million,
My teeth shine like dead stars…
God is running out, God is running
He sucks on his own sweat
It’s been a hard day’s work
Masturbation is better for girls with imagination…
I hear that someone else is doing it for you but,
Hey now, I was there first.
‘Big Brother’ keeps me company now…
