The Crimea - Lottery Winners on Acid
If she gets a black eye,I want a black eye,
If she gets a splinter,
I want a splinter too.
If she gets a disease,
I want a disease.
If she goes tripping,
I go falling over
We walk through the streets,
Like lottery winners on acid,
everything she say
I was thinking anyway
C'mon now
Written by:
ANDY STAFFORD, DAVEY MACMANUS, JOE UDWIN, OWEN HOPKIN
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