Skunk Anansie - Contraband

Okay, go then!
Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink,
Of the money, of the weakness that you can`t
conceive
And the polls of your will love your vanity, you believe

Oh, all the rust will corrupt
your fight,
`Cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight,
So the petite the baby blows you
away in 4play, 4play
I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3

Oh, look at me I love gleefully, `cos my
teeth are full of women,
They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent
All again,
again

Oh, hard enough are your muscles` depth,
`Cos your smelly little belly filled with
contraband
See the walls, smash the pot and aggressive fuzz
How I laugh, laugh
I say, I say, I say,
yeah, yeah X3

I, I, I, I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah
I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah