Martynna (Live)
She'll take off her clothes until she's you desire
Pay for her shows but don't think that you can buy her
High as a kite and floating like a free bird
Speaking her mind for the living that are unheard
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
Ink on her skin, showing Alice's adventures
Are you the rabbit or the headlight, that's the question
She's got the eye to master your reflection
Shooting the love inside the imperfection
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
She aint never gone to church on a Sunday
No, she aint never gone to church on a Sunday
I tell ya, she aint never gone to church on a Sunday, no no no
She aint never gone to church on a Sunday
She aint never gone to church on a Sunday
She aint never gone to church on a Sunday
She aint never gone to church on a Sunday
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
Pay for her shows but don't think that you can buy her
High as a kite and floating like a free bird
Speaking her mind for the living that are unheard
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
Ink on her skin, showing Alice's adventures
Are you the rabbit or the headlight, that's the question
She's got the eye to master your reflection
Shooting the love inside the imperfection
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
She aint never gone to church on a Sunday
No, she aint never gone to church on a Sunday
I tell ya, she aint never gone to church on a Sunday, no no no
She aint never gone to church on a Sunday
She aint never gone to church on a Sunday
She aint never gone to church on a Sunday
She aint never gone to church on a Sunday
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
Martynna, I wanna feed ya
I wanna feed you my soul
Martynna, I wanna feel ya
Until there's nowhere else to go
Credits
Writer(s): Lindsey Bonnick
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