miércoles, 5 de diciembre de 2007

Policia Karma

Karma police,
arrest me please,
i talk in maths.

I buzz like a fridge,

i'm like a detuned radio.

Karma police,
arrest this girl,
her pretty smile.

is making me feel ill,
And i have crashed
into her.

This is what i get,
when i mess with her.

Karma police,
Ive given all I can,
its not enough.

Ive given all I can,
but she doesn't know,
how hard i try.

This is what i get,
when i mess with her.

And for a minute with her,
I lost myself, I lost myself.

For a minute with her,
I lost myself, I lost myself...


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