Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Too many left in the world
I stand the styles that feast upon
They will be so damn fond of you
Soak all the style off of me
And they will have from the worst that I get
This is the sting of tasting disc
Leave, leave them half unslept
And heaving at a wedding again
I stay, I stay, I stay thirsty
I stay, I stay, I stay thirsty
I stay, I stay, I stay thirsty
I stay, I stay, I stay thirsty