Underworld - Air Towel Lyrics

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Air Towel

Air Towel Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Air Towel By Underworld?
[Repeat: x4]
Should I want it? Should I want? Bunny girl, happy shopper. Bouncing ball, telephone dial. Shifting sun, are you waiting For a bus, effort, effort. Women sleep, who knows what Happened to be my wish. The shop was open now. How bout selling some more things. Bouncing ball, bunny girl. Happy shopper, bouncing ball. Telephone dial, setting sun. Are you waiting for the bus? Human pleasure, trust that girl, human wire, I'm the same. Human glad, I remember, I come woman, I come women. I come one man, I come one man, I come one man I come one man, I come one man, I come one man Bunny girl, happy shopper. Bouncing ball, telephone dial. Shifting sun, you are waiting For a bus, Bedford sun. In the end, human pleasure. Transmit love, human wire. I'm the same, I am glad and I come wandering, I come wandering. Jane is waiting, in your software. In your blouse, in your denim. Carrying her new software. Little black thing is electric In the braid, in the braid. in gray. All she says now, and he says Come on f*ck this, I'm no woman. I'm a maniac, I'm on trade. I'm no paying senseless geezer. Where the doors are opening With electric arm or piston In the tube hole it is sliding Full of moisture, getting on now With his both hands on the red poles. On the red poles, (you're so ugly) [Repeat: x14] Should I want? Should I want it? |
Who Wrote Air Towel By Underworld?
Karl Hyde, Richard Smith
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