Текст песни Wombats, the - Cheetah Tongue

I cut off my head and my cheetah tongue, I can't think straight and my mouth is numb. Don't shut your eyes till we fade to black, ‘Cause maybe this time the good stuff could last. You won me over, My orange cola got black flamingoes crying for ya. Well, I'll see you later, I could be your faker, My hands shake like jellyfish when you're near. I cut off my head and my cheetah tongue, I can't think straight and my mouth is numb. Don't shut your eyes till we fade to black, ‘Cause maybe this time the good stuff could last. You're a hammer, sweet firecracker Stumbling through Chinatown. Liar, liar, my house is on fire, Somewhere between Chinatown and here. I cut off my head and my cheetah tongue, I can't think straight and my mouth is numb. Don't shut your eyes till we fade to black, ‘Cause maybe this time the good stuff could last. Come a little closer, it's alright, I'll be your character with flaws tonight. Come a little closer, my firefly, You're not the only one who doesn't want to be alone tonight. I cut off my head and my cheetah tongue, I can't think straight and my mouth is numb. Don't shut your eyes till we fade to black, ‘Cause maybe this time the good stuff could last.
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