Black Moth Super Rainbow - Rollerdisco Lyrics
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Rollerdisco
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What Are The Lyrics For Rollerdisco By Black Moth Super Rainbow?
We shared a bed but never touched
Next time we compensated in a rush. We're showing no signs of fatigue I've got a friend to act as a go-between. There's a distant draw to your delivery You delivered me. And when I'm dry you resuscitate me You resuscitate me. This bed's too tight I stepped upon your records in the night. Put on your favorite skirt I've got a plan that will never work. This isn't the first time but it still feels innocent I just want to kiss you. There won't be a time when my mind strays to you No, I'm not going to miss you. Onto fireworks in Brixton Two carousel hearts spinning If it's a grower Why can't we take things slower? She brings up the roller disco Head full of curls on the pillow If it's a grower Then why can't we take things slower? I don't know if you've made it but you accommodated me When my mind was elsewhere. Out on deck the dawn arrived. Your grey sweater over sized. The rooftops glimmered before our eyes. Onto fireworks in Brixton Two carousel hearts spinning If it's a grower Why can't we take things slower? She brings up the roller disco Head full of curls on the pillow If it's a grower Then why can't we take things slower? We were straying at the lock-in after hours If it's a grower Why can't we take things slower? |
Who Wrote Rollerdisco By Black Moth Super Rainbow?
Thomas James Fec
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What's The Duration Of The Rollerdisco By Black Moth Super Rainbow?The duration of Rollerdisco is 2:34 minutes and seconds. |
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