Don’t Blow Your Top
(Sascha Konietzko, Raymond Watts and En Esch)
I’m obsessed and deranged
For I am destined to rule
And I just can’t believe that
You are such a fool
I don’t need your sweet devotion
I don’t want your cheap emotion
You will do as you are told ‘til the rights to you are sold
Don’t you blow your top
Are you hung up?
Give me your dirty love
Give me your dirty love
Think I’ll go and start my car to have the real adventure
Like some tacky little creep
I really dig her she’s so creepy
Once you were my only
Took my stash and left me lonely
Don’t you blow your top
Are you hung up?
Give me your dirty love
Give me your dirty love
Give me your dirty love
Give me your dirty love
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