Pixies - Indie Cindy Lyrics
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Indie Cindy
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What Are The Lyrics For Indie Cindy By Pixies?
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It's more or less unchequered Wasted days and wasted nights Made me a f*cking beggar No soul my milk is curdled I'm the burger-meister of purgatory Look out for that hot plate Guess that's all you got. great You put the c*ck in cocktail, man Well I put the tail in wait! Watch. me. walk. Blowtorch a hole in that armor And I don't need the tip I am in love with your daughter And though she has no need I'm the one who's got some trotters You've many mouths to feed Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg for you to carry me Mixed messages from Sir Naff Please authenticate Just to be sure that you're a sap Set for stun automatica Crap is the operative Locomotive of the longest death There goes Indie Cindy whose Sails were black when it was windy We offed ourselves in a lover's pact We threw ourselves into the sea Well looksie what the wind washed back As we follow the bouncing ball They call this dance the washed up crawl I am in love with your daughter And though she has no need I'm the one who's got some trotters You've many mouths to feed I am in love with your daughter And though she has no need I'm the one who's got some trotters You've many mouths to feed Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg for you to carry me Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg for you to carry me Indie Cindy Be in love with me I beg for you to carry me I beg for you to carry me I beg for you to carry me |
Who Wrote Indie Cindy By Pixies?
Charles Thompson
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What's The Duration Of The Indie Cindy By Pixies?The duration of Indie Cindy is 4:41 minutes and seconds. |
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