Jetplane

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Hot freaks

She goes out in the garden

Spits on all the flowers

'Cause she don't know how to look after herself

Says, I'm spending hours in hours in other hours

He goes out to the afters

Sings with all the cowboys

Steals one of their hats and then he wears it backwards

Says, I don't know how to look after myself

Then he goes home spending hours in somebody else

He says

Arrest me

I’m a hot freak

I’m bombastique

I'm making modern music in Spain

I’m on the jet plane

Yeah, it's so hot

It's not funny now

So hot

It's not funny now

So hot

It's not funny now

So hot

It's not funny now

She lies in all the daisys

Chains them all like crazy

Says, I don't know how to look after myself

I’m spending hours in hours in other hours

She digs herself a hole in the middle of the ground

Climbs all the way in till the sound dulls down

Says, I like it more in here, and don't go pissing around

I ain’t ever coming back, I ain’t ever coming down

He goes out in the starlight

Screams, he killed the sunset

In the carcass of his corset

Says I am the prince of Egypt

I’m the prince of this heart

Hallelujah

I’m building up a wall in the middle of my heart

Till the tongue goes in and rips it all apart

I'm building up a wall til the

Hallelujah

Arrest me

I’m a hot freak

I’m bombastique

I'm making modern music in Spain

I’m on the jet plane

Arrest me

I’m a hot freak

I'm elastic

I'm making modern music in Spain

I’m on the jet plane

So hot

So, so

So hot

So hot

So hot

So hot

So hot

So hot

Hot freaks