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May-DayYou get out of my waySo you'd better stay out of my circle of action Hear those words that I say To keep you away far from my point of reaction Spit on that what you feel don't care what you mean I'd like to smash your face with all given grace May-Day, may-day, may-day Out of control my heart and my soul Never again call me your baby No wasted kiss and no hurting bruises at all Praise the lord for that chance To get out of my hands better you move straight and quickly Hate your smile and your face And your sort of race and every touch that you've given Spit on that what you feel.... I'd like to smash your face with all given grace May-Day, may-day, may-day... You have to learn that I'm right - be carefull and so shy You should never move tight - my fist will tell why There'll be no sitting ducks to blow off in the night I'm so ready and armed, I'm ready for the fight My forces on alarm May-Day, may-day, may-day... |