Hips Of The Year Lyrics

Honey, take your lips of the gear
We’ve got to slow down, the border’s too near
Your crying makes me weak
Your constant dying is a mean mean streak
Your beauty ain’t free
Slim waist-line, the hips of the year
You’re far too fine to be criticized, my dear
Body body
Massage for the blind
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Your beauty ain’t free
Do you know you’ve got problems to solve
Loads, heavy loads
Or would you rather be eaten by wolves
Wolves in sheep clothes
I love you, but I’m your enemy
You raise your army to terrorize me
And my white flag is blinding your handsome eyes
Can I ever stop waving
Waving goodbye