Paula, Paula

Sit down, Paula
Okay, here comes the garter
Bob and Paula
They won't be with us
We all intruded
A happy bride
The blind prince
The sun
Now joins in the sport
The perfect crime

If you think you must
Blow my trust
No debts in account

Who better to help us?
Who better to fuck us?
You know it'll work

Paula, Paula, Paula
You had to spoil it
And there's always something
There's always something
I'm getting to old to help you grow

You think you must
Blow my trust
No debts in account

Who better to help us?
Who better to fuck us?
You know it'll work

Removed from the elements
Gloves come off
Place your bets
I take the neanderthal on the left
It may all be for naught



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Muller, John Castiglia, Jeff Kohlmyer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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