Troublehead - text
I´ve got a little trouble with my friend, you know.
It´s always when she comes – I wanna make harder,
I wanna make a brake with her.
Every time she´s sitting on the bed, you know.
She wanna makes love - I want it too,
I want it, want it too.
I´ve got a little trouble with this small thing.
It happens when she rings on my door – I pretend I´m not at home.
This stupid problem makes me really mad.
I´d like to lay her to my bed, but I can´t , I can´t do that.
I´ ve got a little trouble in my head.
Now it seems she don´t want me anymore,
coz my rod is short to satisfy what she´s longing for.
Now I got no trouble with my friend, you know.
I got boyfriend to love…. ah ah aah
I´ve got no more trouble in my head
- Blue symphony
- The pills
- Pod sluncem
- Going under
- Vain hopes
- Little boy