Letra de Roland - Interpol
Letra de canci�n de Roland de Interpol lyrics
Shh...
Come on, come on
Hey
My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town at least he tries
Oh look it stopped snowing
My best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments secretly, you like that
He always took the time to speak with me
And I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly you like that
[What is this, a throw away? What is this, a throw away?]
He always took the time, he always took the time
Please get some help, please get some help
C'mon now, pussycat
My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
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He carries them all over the town at least he tries
Oh look it stopped snowing
And my best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments secretly, you like that
He always took the time to speak with me
And I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly you like that [What is this, a throw away? What is this, a throw away?]
He was growing on me [What is this, a throw away? A throw away? A throw away? A throw away?]
He was growing on me [A throw away? A throw away? A throw away? A throw away?]
How about that?
Yeah
I don't know
Yeah
Well if that's the way it is
Come on, come on
Hey
My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town at least he tries
Oh look it stopped snowing
My best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments secretly, you like that
He always took the time to speak with me
And I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly you like that
[What is this, a throw away? What is this, a throw away?]
He always took the time, he always took the time
Please get some help, please get some help
C'mon now, pussycat
My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/roland-interpol.php
He carries them all over the town at least he tries
Oh look it stopped snowing
And my best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments secretly, you like that
He always took the time to speak with me
And I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly you like that [What is this, a throw away? What is this, a throw away?]
He was growing on me [What is this, a throw away? A throw away? A throw away? A throw away?]
He was growing on me [A throw away? A throw away? A throw away? A throw away?]
How about that?
Yeah
I don't know
Yeah
Well if that's the way it is