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Текст (слова) песни: Beck - Fuckin With My Head
I aint got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleepin in an old toolshed
Scumbag cryin on his pillow
When you wanna be with me, then we will see
Whos fuckin with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Fuckin with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Found myself in new orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Beat my forehead through the ceilin
Drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah
When you want to be with me, then we will see
Whos fuckin with my head
No no no no
Fuckin with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Devils got your pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and hes robbin me but all I got is cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now Im limpin all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah
Oooh...
Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots
Runnin wild on the bayou
Now talkin on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand...feels good
When you wanna be with me, then we will see
Whos fuckin with my head
Hey hey hey hey
No no no no
Fuckin with my head
Make me feel like an asshole
I aint got no soul
I aint got no soul
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
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