Metal Molly Autumn Colours
You sit and infant tub me
Your midwear is so scary
You threw away the ash-tray
Where I had all my incents
I think it doesn't make sense
I thought I'd often lately
Autumn colours, wake me up
Autumn colours, make it stop
Autumn colours, wake me up
Autumn colours, make me f..ck
You sit and infant tub me
You don't look good, believe me
What good wil autumn do me
When all I had has left me
Autumn colours, wake me up
Autumn colours, make it stop
Autumn colours, wake me up
Autumn colours, make me f..ck, make me f..ck
Make me f..ck, make me f..ck
Make me f..ck, make me f..ck