Texty:
Chin Chin Appetite

. I'm wishing that I'd know. When I see you standing there, Over by the door... You're wishing that I'd go. And I'm wishing that you'd go. Appetite

I ain't got no sympathy for you" And I am, I feel, like I wanna bite his head off Yeah, that'd be fun 'Coz I sure got an appetite I click my heels

Titanic sinks, I'm the one you gon' meet Hearing terrified screams, they surround my team All you see is trails of blood, even God won't intervene Nightmares of darkness, my appetite

burned low Fill me with the hot stuff then say you've got to go Take my mind, marinade it in red wine Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin And

I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin, "Keep breathing" Don't wear your colors here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite

terms with immolation, Don't try to pull me from the pyre, It's too late for liberation. I wonder what I would've made of other features, Given all my kinds of appetite

these crappy jobs Call my crazy, but I refuse to work em man It's miserable Can't do it 'less it's due to circumstance And I need the cash to feed my astronomical appetite

s burned low Fill me with the hot stuff then say you've got to go Take my mind, marinade it in red wine Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin And

look like stubble on winter's chin And I think I'll ride my pony There's a wreath of bone's and ribbon hangin' on my cabin door Lusty appetites have