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I don t like wasting my time
I know i m young but i can do better with mine
Cuz i just want it to make sense fo me, don t have me giving all of me
when you know,
You ain t tryin to do the right thing (ooohhh)
Cuz i just wanted to be for you (for you)
But you just wasn t for me, baby
And you gave me every good reason in the world, to leave you alone

(Chorus)
Such a shady girl (shady girl)
Used to love everything about you till you change my world (change my world)
Though i had a dime, you would have lost your mind your a crazy girl (crazy girl)
Don t expect much
Gotta respect my crazy girl (crazy girl)
Shady girl

See i can t keep asking you why
Seems to me that you ve just made up your mind
Hopefully one day you see that life ain t just fun and games and maybe
Gotta try to love some, love somebody else (ooohhh)
I just try to be for you (ooohhh)
But you just wasn t for me (babe)
I just try to be there for you (ooohhh)
But you left me so cold

(Chorus)

(Somebody let me know)

Someone tell me
Tell me why we (why we)
Always fighting (always fighting)
And disrespecting (disrespecting)
Thought i knew you (thought i knew you)
Now i see (now i see)
For all that your worth
Your a shady shady girl

(Chorus)

No fear of boredom
Embrace it, it s modern
It kills you all over
So much for the future

It s coming It s closing
As bright as this morning
So don t forget to lose yourself
So much for the future
...

Easy selector cos I know that you re ruff
And the way you play ya tunes ya know you re musically tough
I catch your vibe and the way you carry on
An you feel say you wicked as you rock the session
Pull it back...

See it´s like that,
sick of brothers flashing the cash,
and the ladies that be pimping their ass,
but that kinda ´ish´ it goes on and on
it don´t stop
see couse you...
Gotta treat me like a real lady,
if u wanna get with me,
I´m not that kinda...

Into the darkest forrest they go
dressed in black
dressed in coats
women of evil lust

unholy congregation

At the darkest hour
their torches they light
witches hour
infernal silence
they wait before the altar
chanting invocation

In a blaze of fire he stands
some horrid shape of a goat
each of them pay his hommage

osculum obscenum

white skin freezing in the moonshine
dance in...

Rolnik orze w pocie czoła
nic powstrzymać go nie zdoła.
Hutnik leje w piec metale
żar podsyca wciąż wytrwale.
Górnik węgiel w taczkę sypie
ze zmęczenia okiem łypie.

Każdy robi co należy bo w marzeniach już tam leży, leży, leży

Na bielutkim piasku plaży
Gdzie słoneczko mocno praży
Polski ród roboczy marzy
I na grilu szynkę...