Nhạc sĩ: The Smiths
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Sweetness, sweetness
I was only joking when I said
I'd like to smash every tooth in your head
Sweetness, sweetness
I was only joking when I said
By rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As her name's rose to a woman knows
And a woman's side to mouth
Sweetness, sweetness
Sweetness, sweetness
I was only joking when I said
I'd like to smash every tooth in your head
Sweetness, sweetness
I was only joking when I said
By rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As her name's rose to a woman knows
And a hearing aid started to melt
Sweetness, sweetness
Sweetness, sweetness
It's just suggested to hanging on
It's just suggested to hanging on
This sweet-ass tune
What I never feel
Nothing beats Saint Thomas love
Saint Thomas Love
Oh his eyesnt
Big mouth flying da-da, da-da. Big mouth flying da-da. Big mouth flying da-da, da-da. Big mouth strikes again. And I've got no right to take my place in the human race.
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