Nirvana - Hairspray Queen Lyrics
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Hairspray Queen
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What Are The Lyrics For Hairspray Queen By Nirvana?
I was young my an' you were mine.
My enemy you were, my an' I was young. Your enemy you were, my an' I was young. Your enemy you were, my an' I was once. You ene... You rang Your ears rang I was young my an' you were mine. My enemy you were, my an' I was young. Your enemy you were, my an' I was young. Your enemy you were, my an' I was once. You ene... At night wishfull godess At night crystal locket At night mouth of almounds At sight a fish full of garbage At night disco god. I was young my an' you were mine. My enemy you were, my an' I was young. Your enemy you were, my an' I was young. Your enemy you were, my an' I was once. You ene... At night the wishfull godess At night crystal locket At night mouth of almounds At sight a fish full of garbage At night disco god. I was young my an' you were mine. My enemy you were, my an' I was young. Your enemy you were, my an' I was young. Your enemy you were, my an' I was once. You ene... At night she was so modest At night crystal locket At night mouth of almounds At sight a fish full of garbage At night disco god. Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah |
Who Wrote Hairspray Queen By Nirvana?
Krist Novoselic, Kurt Cobain
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What's The Duration Of The Hairspray Queen By Nirvana?The duration of Hairspray Queen is 4:12 minutes and seconds. |
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