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Chris Constantinou - I Like Sex in the Suburbs Lyrics



Chris Constantinou - I Like Sex in the Suburbs Lyrics





Wandered into the room with you
The Bedlam Room The Cocaine crack
You know the room the room with a view
No Wallet in my pocket No Rocket in your socket
No room with a view for you and me
No No No No No

Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day
Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day

Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day
Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day

Individuality has never been so unfashionable
Hey hold on let me adjust my charisma for you
Be bop a loola on a Saturday night no play no pain Dead zone freaks
Geeks - Greeks- sitting smoking and all that and the jazz played on and on

Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day
Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day

What do you mean free association - You and your abstract rants
You're a mess you are, you're a mess you're a bloody mess
Are we not all imitators of god's good work I said?
Shut it!
Free Association
Free Association

Met a Met a Ballerina she drank cider back to her place - Free Association
I loved her turned up nose her pouty lips her bruised white skin

Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day
Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day
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Wandered into the room with you
The Bedlam Room The Cocaine crack
You know the room the room with a view
No Wallet in my pocket No Rocket in your socket
No room with a view for you and me
No No No No No

Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day
Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day

Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day
Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day

Individuality has never been so unfashionable
Hey hold on let me adjust my charisma for you
Be bop a loola on a Saturday night no play no pain Dead zone freaks
Geeks - Greeks- sitting smoking and all that and the jazz played on and on

Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day
Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day

What do you mean free association - You and your abstract rants
You're a mess you are, you're a mess you're a bloody mess
Are we not all imitators of god's good work I said?
Shut it!
Free Association
Free Association

Met a Met a Ballerina she drank cider back to her place - Free Association
I loved her turned up nose her pouty lips her bruised white skin

Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day
Tell me Tell me something She Said
I like the Sex In the Suburbs and rain on a sunny day
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Writer: Chris Constantinou, Rat Scabies
Copyright: Lyrics © SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.




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