Prostitutes

Auteur : Jean-Baptiste Hanak
Compositeur : Jean-Baptiste Hanak

We know you want to get away because you feel I'm going to say I love you, I want you, I need you, over you. I see the saturday night. I feel the saturday night. This is like saturday night. Receive the saturday night in your eyes. But I want you to stay, without I have to pay. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I need a prostitute, cause she's gone. This is my substitute. Dry as a bone. Rancid, I cannot refute. Right on. I eat my rotten fruit like a moron. I need a prostitute, cause she's gone. This is my substitute. Dry as a bone. Rancid, I cannot refute. Right on. I eat my rotten fruit like a moron. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. we know you want to get away because you feel I'm going to say I love you. I pay you like I fly away. It makes me feel I'm not there to stay. I feel my senses back. Down your throat and I slack. Turn the crank and I flack. I feel you got the knack. I need some more but you're on your way. We'll have to wait for next saturday. And I will feel so wack, while drinking my six-pack, thinking of my horseback. I know you got the knack. Cause you want me to stay, but I can't keep on playing. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I pay for prostitutes. I need a prostitute, cause she's gone. This is my substitute. Dry as a bone. Rancid, I cannot refute. Right on. I eat my rotten fruit like a moron. I need a prostitute, cause she's gone. This is my substitute. Dry as a bone. Rancid, I cannot refute. Right on. I eat my rotten fruit like a moron.