Joy - Jockstrap

I want our babies in the city, maybe

Why don’t we lay down under a yew?

Look up and tell me what you think

Of me

With those wishing time of you

Pair of drops and sleighs, why

Once it happened in a warm hidings-place

Number two why don’t you pass?

You don’t dance enough

You were easy for me, too

Why don’t we lay down under a yew?

Oh, flowers

In my dreams I’m here for hours

Tending flute

Lord, quit the silence

I wanna get married

I wanna get married

Are you coming?

Talk to me, say something

Are you coming?

I wanna get married

Are you coming?

Talk to me

Are you coming?

Ha?

Miss Dior?

I don’t care anymore

Kiss me, fuck me, make a martini

Playing hard to get

When can you and I get to know each other?

Let’s be lovers

Gimme a kiss?