A melancholy state of mind, psychic irritation
A walk on caribbean shores, a little tantrication
Curvature of flesh oh oh, exotic friendly faces
Surprised to find you feel at home, come on come on and find a smile
Confusion!
Confusion!
Confusion!
Confusion!
You kill my lice, you flash a bra
You lick it nice, you shootin' star
You lose your pants, you crush a man
You run it up, you're my favourite
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Confusion!!!
You love my beard, you trick a spy
You melt a gun, you eat a fly
You find your pants, you understand
You run it up, you are my favourite
Girl, I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Girl, I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Confusion!!!
A melody, a beat, a groan, free of limitation
The weight of all the things you own, so what
Fire on the beach at dawn, with dancer and her sisters
Clothes are off the water's warm, come on come on and find a smile
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Confusion!
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Oh yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly, ronny roger melly...
A walk on caribbean shores, a little tantrication
Curvature of flesh oh oh, exotic friendly faces
Surprised to find you feel at home, come on come on and find a smile
Confusion!
Confusion!
Confusion!
Confusion!
You kill my lice, you flash a bra
You lick it nice, you shootin' star
You lose your pants, you crush a man
You run it up, you're my favourite
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Confusion!!!
You love my beard, you trick a spy
You melt a gun, you eat a fly
You find your pants, you understand
You run it up, you are my favourite
Girl, I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Girl, I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Confusion!!!
A melody, a beat, a groan, free of limitation
The weight of all the things you own, so what
Fire on the beach at dawn, with dancer and her sisters
Clothes are off the water's warm, come on come on and find a smile
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Confusion!
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly on the right
Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly
And you're on tonight
Oh yeah I wanna sell ya
Thatcher ronny roger melly, ronny roger melly...