Don't Get Me Wrong Lyrics

She's got the soul, but her gut needs to run
To have the marking washed about the things and like
Everybody's laughing 'bout the clown in her head
I start to dress me like the wise girls said
Some people whisper and some people talk too much
I feel the time has come, I feel the job is done
Something is ridiculous, she takes my hand and say:
"Don't you want to f*** me? I am ready to play!"

I am the gear, she is obscene.
We are the oil of the shaking bed machine.
Another scream, wake up - it's your dream.
That is what I mean,.

Here comes a strange kind of hero.
Non-formal stories that you know.
Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way.
Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day.
She is a bee with a sting in her hand
She loves a run back in my gone freezing land
We fall into plans and we dropped in to the force
And now she spreads her legs "You wanna ride me like a horse?"

I am the gear, she is obscene.
We are the oil of the shaking bed machine.
Another scream, wake up - it's your dream.
That is what I mean,.
Here comes a strange kind of hero.
Non-formal stories that you know.
Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way.
Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day.

And now it feels like before,
I know you ask for more,
Don't get me wrong, here's the law.