Super Adventure Club - I Could Tell You But I'd Have to Kill You

This is not what I look like
No, this is not who I am
I drive at night on the autobahn
I drive as fast as I can
I know your girl is a bad one
She sells her mouth to Bulgarians
I’ve seen her down on Miami beach
All painted up like Gaugin

(Got to kill, got to kill, got to kill)
(What are you doing?)
Well I could tell you, but I would have to kill you

I sneak into your Picasso house
The mood is blue in your room
I stand outside of your window
You scream at me like a Münch

(Got to kill, got to kill, got to kill)
(What are you doing?)
Well I could tell you, but I would have to kill you

Je ne sais pas pour quoi il faut que je tue
Je l’aime simplement.
C’est tout

I drive at night on the autobahn
I drive two hundred and five
I throw the gloves out the window
And speed off into zee night

(Got to kill, got to kill, got to kill)
(What are you doing?)
Well I could tell you, but I would have to kill you
(What are you doing?)
Well I could tell you

Killin’ and killin’ and killin’ and killin and killin, killin
Killin’ and killin’ again
Killin’ and killin’ and killin’ and killin and killin, killin
Killin’ and killin’ again
Killin’ and killin’ and killin’ and killin and killin, killin
Killin’ and killin’ again
Killin’ and killin’ and killin’ and killin and killin, killin
Killin’ and killin’ again

Written by:
JACOB WOOD, MICHAEL WINGER

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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