Death from Above 1979 - Virgins Lyrics
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Virgins
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What Are The Lyrics For Virgins By Death from Above 1979?
Where have all the virgins gone
Sleepin' on their parents lawn Bad kids sent to summer school Skip to skate in the empty pool No one seems to listen The pool is no exception Don't ever change Bad is good enough Please won't you stay with me I'm beggin' tonight I'll hold back your hair If you're not feelin' alright There's nothin' left for us here This town has spit us out dear I track my feet up and down these halls I write my name on the bathroom walls There's nothin' sacred to me I lost it in the back seat Where have all the virgins gone Sleepin' on their parents lawn Bad kids sent to summer school Skip to skate in the empty pool No one seems to listen The pool is no exception Don't ever change Bad is good enough I believe there's room for friends And all the beds And all their friends Are what they said Opposites attract sometimes And others frown That love is blind And I don't mind Yeah Yeah Where have all the virgins gone Sleepin' on their parents lawn Don't ever change Bad is good enough Where have all the virgins gone Sleepin' on their parents lawn Bad kids sent to summer school Skip to skate in the empty pool No one seems to listen The pool is no exception Don't ever change Bad is good enough |
Who Wrote Virgins By Death from Above 1979?
Sebastien Grainger, Jesse Keeler, Dave Sardy
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What's The Duration Of The Virgins By Death from Above 1979?The duration of Virgins is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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