Orange Rolls, Angel's Spit

She got you, got you good, didn't have a chance
Pretty lady put you in, where had messed again
Oh baby don't you know, you're livin' on the death
You better stay away, if you wanna live

Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah
Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah

Every time you turn around she is lookin' up at you and down below
Oooh, sugar pie, hmm come on, chocolate spot

She gotta gun and all, don't you even know
She looks into your eyes, angels wanna go
She takes it on the stride, leap through mind again
Don't worry you are fine, living with the mess

Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah
Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah

Every time you turn around she is lookin' up at you and down below
Ooh, sugar pudding, candy tic, orange rolls, angel's spit

Boy she's got you got you good, don't you even try?
Come on if you could, you would surely die
You take it towards your mouth, you don't even know
Come on sugar tic, you are gonna go

Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah
Lalalalalalalalalaaaaaah

Every time you turn around she is lookin' up at you and down below
Ohh, cool dye, chocolate spot, check her out, don't you know
Deep in my heart, saying goodbye



Credits
Writer(s): Kim Gordon, Steve Shelley, Thurston Moore, Lee Ranaldo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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