The Temp Lyrics by Nuno Bettencourt

The Temp Lyrics

    She's my baby. she is a raygun
    Kissing my spaceship. kill me for fun fun
    She is my sunshine. my only sunshine
    Painting my bluesky. yellow with jaundice.

    She's temp, she's temp
    She got a special place for you
    She's temp, she's temp
    Underneath her favorite pair of shoes

    Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread
    Playing catch with living skulls
    Hurry up, somebody's dead, we're still alive

    She my baby, she got the big gulp
    Devour my soul food over and over
    Trouble breathing, my world is strangling
    Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on

    She's temp, she's temp
    She's into nucleo and nucliete
    She's temp, she's temp
    She makes me feel like i'm hovering
    580 meters over hiroshima

    Just a piece of sun
    On your skin i burn a home
    Lying lotion soothes the pain
    Peel me off before i fall

    She's to blame, she seems a bit insane
    She likes it when it rains all day long
    Happiness is knockin', but she cries
    Then turning out the light she runs at night

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