Текст песни: Bright Eyes - Pull My Hair



Is the passion all gone?

Or is it still newly-wed?

If all this heat`s doing

Is making us stick to the bed

Then there`s no life to revive

But if the hunger`s still there

Burried somewhere inside

Covered up by the boredom

We`ve been trying to hide

Then dig it up

And devour

And it`ll seem more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

It`ll seem more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

It`ll seem more like a song

Yeah more like song

And the truth is that I can hardly wait

I don`t care if we stay up too late

Don`t answer the phone

Don`t answer the phone

And it`ll seems more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

and bite me like that

It`ll seems more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

And bite me like that

And bite me and scratch me like that

And the truth is that I can hardly wait

And It`s so bad I can`t concentrate

Don`t answer the phone

Don`t answer the phone

And it`ll seem more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

It`ll seems more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

And bite me like that

And scratch me and bite me like that

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Is the passion all gone?

Or is it still newly-wed?

If all this heat`s doing

Is making us stick to the bed

Then there`s no life to revive

But if the hunger`s still there

Burried somewhere inside

Covered up by the boredom

We`ve been trying to hide

Then dig it up

And devour

And it`ll seem more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

It`ll seem more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

It`ll seem more like a song

Yeah more like song

And the truth is that I can hardly wait

I don`t care if we stay up too late

Don`t answer the phone

Don`t answer the phone

And it`ll seems more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

and bite me like that

It`ll seems more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

And bite me like that

And bite me and scratch me like that

And the truth is that I can hardly wait

And It`s so bad I can`t concentrate

Don`t answer the phone

Don`t answer the phone

And it`ll seem more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

It`ll seems more like a song

And less like it`s math

When you pull on my hair

And bite me like that

And bite me like that

And scratch me and bite me like that

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