Lords of Acid - The Dude Lyrics

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The Dude

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What Are The Lyrics For The Dude By Lords of Acid?
New York, 3 o'clock at night. No sleep. God I must be tired
Weird thoughts running through my brain My blood is pumping through my vains And there she sits, she looks at me Her skin is pale, her mind is free She smiles and says: how do you do? Come with me or should I go with you? Hey baby, you'd better watch out You don't know what you're doing When you're out and about Hey baby, now listen to me Things are never ever quite as they seem She asks me for a cigarette Her eyes are bright, her hair is red Dressed like a whore, but one with style A fantasy, I realise This is no fiction, it's insane Her make-up shows she knows the game And who am I to tell her no So I grab her coat and say let's go Hey baby, you'd better watch out You don't know what you're doing When you're out and about Hey baby, now listen to me Things are never ever quite as they seem She takes me to her penthouse bed To relax my body and feed my head With stories I never heard before I'm waiting 'cause I know there's more She takes off all her clothes and see This girl has hairy legs like me This may sound a little rude I want sex but not with a dude Hey baby, you'd better watch out You don't know what you're doing When you're out and about Hey baby, now listen to me Things are never ever quite as they seem (x2) |
Who Wrote The Dude By Lords of Acid?
J K Magick Bvba, Cornelia Anita Van Lierop, Maurice Joseph Engelen, Olivier Jean Jacques Adams
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What's The Duration Of The The Dude By Lords of Acid?The duration of The Dude is 3:35 minutes and seconds. |
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