Текст (слова) песни: The Dead Milkmen - Swampland Of Desire
I will trim your fir trees And I will light your fire And I will wrestle alligators In your swampland of desire
And I will come upon you Like lightning from above And I will plant my feet into Your quagmire of love Quagmire of love (x2)
I will trim your fir trees And I will light your fire And I will wrestle alligators In your swampland of desire
So here`s to my little sunbelt queen I`ll take you places that you`ve never been And I will show you things That you have never seen And I will tell you all about Martin Sheen
I will trim your fir trees And I will light your fire And I will wrestle alligators In your swampland of desire
And I will come upon you Like lightning from above And I will plant my feet into Your quagmire of love
I will trim your fir trees And I will light your fire And I will wrestle alligators In your swampland of desire
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