Cake - Italian Leather Sofa Lyrics
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Italian Leather Sofa
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What Are The Lyrics For Italian Leather Sofa By Cake?
She doesn't care whether or not he's an island
She doesn't care just as long as his ship's coming in She doesn't care whether or not he's an island (oh no) They laugh they make money He's got a gold watch She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts That bounce on his Italian leather sofa She doesn't care whether or not he's a good man She doesn't care just as long as she still has her friends (oh no) She doesn't care whether or not he's an island They laugh, they make money He's got a gold watch She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts That bounce on his Italian leather sofa She's got a serrated edge That she moves back and forth It's such a simple machine she doesn't have to use force When she gets what she wants She puts the rest on a tray in a ziplock bag She's got a serrated edge That she moves back and forth It's such a simple machine she doesn't have to use force When she gets what she wants She puts the rest on a tray in a ziplock bag In the freezer Oh no She doesn't care whether or not he's an island (oh no) She doesn't care just as long as his ship's coming in (Alright, here it comes, here it comes) She doesn't care whether or not he's an island (oh no) They laugh, they make money He's got a gold watch She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts That bounce on his Italian leather sofa |
Who Wrote Italian Leather Sofa By Cake?
John M Mccrea
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What's The Duration Of The Italian Leather Sofa By Cake?The duration of Italian Leather Sofa is 5:52 minutes and seconds. |
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