Contraband - Skunk Anansie

Okay, go then!

Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink,

Of the money, of the weakness that you can`t conceive

And the polls of your will love your vanity, you believe

Oh, all the rust will corrupt your fight,

`Cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight,

So the petite the baby blows you away in 4play, 4play

I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3

Oh, look at me I love gleefully, `cos my teeth are full of women,

They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent

All again, again

Oh, hard enough are your muscles` depth,

`Cos your smelly little belly filled with contraband

See the walls, smash the pot and aggressive fuzz

How I laugh, laugh

I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3

I, I, I, I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah

I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah