Tank T.w.d.a.m.o.
Love is like dragging your balls across barbed wire She rehearses every day from a hang glider she had a wrestling bout With a trope of local sea scouts got them all in a pool of mud All the time wearing boxing gloves you can hear them crying from the third floor above That''s what dreams are made of... She wears pit boots, woodbines and loves being dirty Her bank manager plays dog says wood and don''t hurt me You''ve seen her magazines how the hell does she keep her teeth clean Doing something that''s loosely termed love all the time wearing boxing gloves She''s got the cheek to say she''s on a mission from God That''s what dreams are made of... You''ve seen her magazines how the hell does she keep her teeth clean Doing something that''s loosely termed love all the time wearing boxing gloves She''s got the cheek to say she''s on a mission from God That''s what dreams are made of...
