White Russian Galaxy Songtext
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Straight out of high school
Went into the jungle
Searching for Tarzan
Who might be dead.
Went into the jungle
Searching for Tarzan
Who might be dead.
You kick like a mule
Short of an oscar
And screaming blue murder
At newly weds.
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows?
You talk like a fish
In nonsensical bubbles
And blow the word 'bitch'
Through your smoke-ring.
You cause only trouble
And bring only suffering
Just get in the spaceship
And stop breeding.
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows?
Won't you tell me what
You never sing in church on Sunday
Why won't you ever
Go all the way.
You're floating towards heavenly hell
Hanging from the rafters
Like a church bell.
You're light years away from reality
Lonely
And lost in a White Russian galaxy.
Who knows?
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head?
Who knows what goes on?
Short of an oscar
And screaming blue murder
At newly weds.
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows?
You talk like a fish
In nonsensical bubbles
And blow the word 'bitch'
Through your smoke-ring.
You cause only trouble
And bring only suffering
Just get in the spaceship
And stop breeding.
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows?
Won't you tell me what
You never sing in church on Sunday
Why won't you ever
Go all the way.
You're floating towards heavenly hell
Hanging from the rafters
Like a church bell.
You're light years away from reality
Lonely
And lost in a White Russian galaxy.
Who knows?
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head?
Who knows what goes on?
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