Text: Skunk Anansie. Contraband.

Okay, go then! Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink, Of the money, of the weakness that you can`t conceive And the polls of your will love your vanity, you believe Oh, all the rust will corrupt your fight, `Cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight, So the petite the baby blows you away in 4play, 4play I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3 Oh, look at me I love gleefully, `cos my teeth are full of women, They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent All again, again Oh, hard enough are your muscles` depth, `Cos your smelly little belly filled with contraband See the walls, smash the pot and aggressive fuzz How I laugh, laugh I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3 I, I, I, I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah