Visceral in motion, perplexing in slur. I don't think you understand what it is to be so flexable.
It's like a geared set of 5th-cycling prepositions flawlessly aimed towards a track record, not 1st place.
It's not just a motion, and I'll be damned if I actually have to clear a place besides the one I'm in.
If you're askin', it's not a gentility phrase. I'm condemned in a fluctuation of peace and lies.
Unfortunately, I only deal truths and I love to blow-up scenes. It's why I think you're narrow.
Go for the finish, will you? We're bored, over here. That's my problem.
The bored or the harrowed. That's what they say. I choose harrowing billards over the bored, any day.
The problem is the week, or maybe the month. Hell, let's just claim the whole year and chalk it up to a misdemeanour.
If only you'd've listened to how well I danced with you. Some people do.
One did, and I fell in love with her hug. Her 'hug'. It's hardly fair.
Oh well, I guess. If I had one final wish, I would only ask this, Gun-Tommy.
"I, guilty, stand before you. I know I've missed behaved. I never ment to hurt you.
I humbly beg forgiveness. Hope that my soul be saved.
And if I had a final wish, little miss, I would only ask this.
I WANT YOU TO KILL ME WITH A TOMMY GUN, BABY,
with a Tommy Gun, baby, with a tommy gun baby, do me.
GUN-TOMMY!
If you have to kill me, use a Tommy Gun, baby, use a tommy gun, baby,
use a tommy gun, baby, do me.
GUN-TOMMY!"