Kink
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Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da
Where's your dart gone, honey?
It would be good to have your tongue
And where's your voice gone, sonny?
You've got to step up, come on, come
So pick a casket for me, honey
Oh, let me be your every dream
I'll even be the love you lost
You won't be so much when I'm mean
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Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da
Where's your friends gone, honey?
It seems they want your company
Well, I could never put you down, down, down
It would be good to have your tongue
And now our time is running
I'll watch you watch me pray from grave
So pick a casket for me, honey
We've still plenty love to pray
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ohh
Where's you gone to, sonny?
I'm turning mean in uniform
Well, pick a casket for me, honey
It would be good to have your tongue
And if you want to shoot me down, down, down
For there is nothing left to call
There is no one on earth to see
Not through to the fog that's over me
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, oh, oh, oh
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da
Where's your dart gone, honey?
It would be good to have your tongue
And where's your voice gone, sonny?
You've got to step up, come on, come
So pick a casket for me, honey
Oh, let me be your every dream
I'll even be the love you lost
You won't be so much when I'm mean
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da
Where's your friends gone, honey?
It seems they want your company
Well, I could never put you down, down, down
It would be good to have your tongue
And now our time is running
I'll watch you watch me pray from grave
So pick a casket for me, honey
We've still plenty love to pray
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ohh
Where's you gone to, sonny?
I'm turning mean in uniform
Well, pick a casket for me, honey
It would be good to have your tongue
And if you want to shoot me down, down, down
For there is nothing left to call
There is no one on earth to see
Not through to the fog that's over me
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, da
Ba, ba, da, da, ba, ba, da, da, oh, oh, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Edward Cleveland, Dorian Martin Hargreave Hobday, Sam Edward Windett
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