Vārdi: The Cure. Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me. The Snakepit.

Well we're a mile under the ground
I'm thinking that it's Christmas
I'm kissing you hard
Like I've got very important business

And no one knows no one sees us
Because they're drinking themselves senseless
And I'm writhing and I'm writhing
And I'm writhing in the snakepit

Well I'm out in a car
It's just full of stupid girls
I've forgotten how to speak
I just can't remember a word

My eyes feel like they're bursting
They're splitting like plums
I'm writhing I'm writhing
I'm writhing in the snakepit