Skunk Anansie - But the Sex Was Good Lyrics
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But the Sex Was Good
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What Are The Lyrics For But the Sex Was Good By Skunk Anansie?
You see he's about to colour my integrity
And I lay jumping to slag your injection Open the corner words to grace him with my purple blood Everything I said was to abdicate my bleeding heart I told you I loved you when I love you to pieces Like I'm so angry 'cause I couldn't see the air And your destruction was a pure mother fucky And I couldn't touch you but I burned myself But the sex was good But the sex was good Wayward breeze made to the world come to tell you But the sex was good Sex was good, yeah, yeah, yeah And I saw danger when it came at me with open arms I didn't know how I could pull myself back I fell to grace when I saw you fighting my smile You were the kind to have a satanist smile And I saw infactuation coming right at me And if I'm loitering around by physical rejection And in days space telling amaze too survive 'cause we keep doing it again and again But the sex was good But the sex was good Wayward breeze made to the world come to tell you But the sex was good Sex was good, yeah, yeah, yeah I was born in a promised land My fella died for the right to what you know I went on, I went on But your coming to buy me back again But the sex was good But the sex was good Wayward breeze made to the world come to tell you But the sex was good Sex was good, yeah, yeah, yeah But the sex was good (x4) |
Who Wrote But the Sex Was Good By Skunk Anansie?
Deborah Dyer, Martin Kent, Richard Lewis
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