a plastic passion Plastic passion is the ladies lover Plastic passion is the marble mother Oh, it's a plastic passion Oh, it's a plastic passion Plastic passion
plastic passion Plastic passion is the ladies lover Plastic passion is the marble mother Oh! it's a plastic passion Plastic passion is a diamond delight Plastic
Traducere: The Cure. Plastic Pasiune.
plastic passion Plastic passion is the ladies lover Plastic passion is the marble mother Oh! it's a plastic passion Plastic passion is a diamond delight Plastic passion
the rain without a raincoat Now where your minds at homies? 'Cause the old days have passed You need a lot more than a shot in your ass To cure this
Of forty sets of bloodshot eyes And plastic smiles miles wide match Plastic cups we'll leave behind It's just another night of Plastic cup politics, plastic
right Casue being fake ain't tight You need plastic surgury Hook: I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style (It seems you need plastic surgury
a [Incomprehensible] curse And I know death follows me, but I murder him first And worse yet, with each breathe, steps I take, breathless Is there a cure
last one standin', the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, West Side Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic
(Ain't no fiction) Breakin' up a home (That's why they took Bruce Bailey down) Took Bruce Bailey down No more tokens, take a train You swipe a piece of plastic
the fast women It's nothing, a lust for a crab, keep the passion in it Blow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen
are no sickly faces about me, the children are healthy and gay; Not one homeless soul is around me, not lost, nor cripple, nor lame; The street laid in finest of plastics
are no sickly faces about me, the children are healthy and gay; Not one homeless soul is around me, nor lost, nor cripple nor lame; The street laid in finest of plastics
AT & T but your truuuue voice Check it out I'm on Mista Dennis Row row my boat through the channels of Vene ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila To cure, to cure
