When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed.
Taking photographs, speaking slowly through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth that she read about earlier today
This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed.
Taking photographs, speaking slowly through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth that she read about earlier today
This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
When the night becomes, automatic sequence joining the day,
Singing something new, someone else is sliding into your way.
When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed.
Got to get you off my conscience by Friday,
On Saturday I'll be wide awake, On Sunday I'm your new best friend,
On Monday learn it all again
For your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want.
*
Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed.
Taking photographs, speaking slowly through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth that she read about earlier today
This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed.
Taking photographs, speaking slowly through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth that she read about earlier today
This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
When the night becomes, automatic sequence joining the day,
Singing something new, someone else is sliding into your way.
When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed.
Got to get you off my conscience by Friday,
On Saturday I'll be wide awake, On Sunday I'm your new best friend,
On Monday learn it all again
For your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want.
*
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreAlternative
Rank−
Duration00:05:34
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Copyright ©Kobalt Music Publishing
WriterDaniel Hunt
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
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Last updatedMarch 7th, 2022
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