Fall, The - Don't Call Me Darling текст песни

[first two lines whispered by Brix]
Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Harbouring on it
hates this
wants this
she hates this

>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling

The long black hair
of wretched blue bottle
darting all over
to no avail
I got zero tolerance
My head full
[I'll pack a wool swab]
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling

People hate beauty
I cannot fathom it
They smell of old pally
voices thick with
Bouncing Jackson
with stupidity
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
[[Don't call me darling

Soon there will be dancing
around the queue strippy
high and cheap
why do people hate beauty
I cannot fathom it
a bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
...brown suit...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
..why...do...people...hate...
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling

>>Don't
>>call
>>me
>>darling