The Cranberries - Schizophrenic Playboy Lyrics
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Schizophrenic Playboy
Schizophrenic Playboy Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Schizophrenic Playboy By The Cranberries?
She meticulously combs her hair
Applies mascara with the greatest care, with care, with care, the utmost care Her hair, her hair, her hair, her long long hair The guys discover that you're already scared, you care, they care, the others care She puts some lipstick that is scarlet red She's already fairly off her head Fishnets stockings and a bottle of wine She's fine, she's fine, she thinks she's fine. Girls, you better watch out Schizophrenic playboys Scaring of your bed toys Girls, you better watch out Schizophrenic playboys Scaring of your bed toys Baby, baby when you'll come with me, with me, with me Please come with me. I'll show you places that you'd never be To be, to be, to come with me Driving faster now in his car Now she knows that she has gone too far In the morning she was in his bed His bed, his bed, her eyes are red Girls, you better watch out Schizophrenic playboys Scaring of your bed toys Girls, you better watch out Schizophrenic playboys Scaring of your bed toys I'm in, I'm out, I'm in, I'm out, I'm out, I'm in Boys, you better watch out Schizophrenic playgirls Scaring of your bed pearls Girls, you better watch out Schizophrenic playboys Scaring of your bed toys Ra la la la |
Who Wrote Schizophrenic Playboy By The Cranberries?
Dolores Mary O'riordan, Noel Hogan
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What's The Duration Of The Schizophrenic Playboy By The Cranberries?The duration of Schizophrenic Playboy is 3:41 minutes and seconds. |
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