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Fuzzy Freaky (Via Joe)

Fuzzy Freaky (Via Joe) Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Fuzzy Freaky (Via Joe) By DJ Food?
Rose is tattooed in the perfect place
She bears the burden of a perfect face The Monkey Boy The Leopard Girl The strange is also beautiful It's summertime and the grass is high Fuzzy freaky, funny family- It's my body and I'll eat it too To do whatever touches you My body speaks My tongue cannot My belly rumbles but the words are stuck (so come out-) It's summertime and the weeds are high Fuzzy freaky, funny family All amplified, She's scandalized, I'm changin' size (Who was it?, Jump on it!) He's talkin' trash, an' he can't get back, he's built to last (Inspired! Desired!) I'm walkin' low, My grass has grown, an' I won't stay down (Excited! Delighted!) It's summertime and the grass is high Fuzzy wuzzy, freaky family I'm awfully cute, I'm awfully cold I'm sometimes rich and I'm sometimes po' A butterfly when I graduate You'll have to stop me if I get too big It's summertime and the weeds are high Fuzzy freaky, funny family He's in reverse, He'll kiss himself in perfect health (Inflated! X-Rated!) I smell you now, A haunted house, n' a squeaky sound (Inspired! Desired!) An' I'm wide enough, I'm almost grown, I won't stay down (Somebody! Somebody!) |
Who Wrote Fuzzy Freaky (Via Joe) By DJ Food?
David Byrne, Daniele Fossati, Cristiano De Andre
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What's The Duration Of The Fuzzy Freaky (Via Joe) By DJ Food?The duration of Fuzzy Freaky (Via Joe) is 6:53 minutes and seconds. |
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