Tango In My Tummy
The Floor Is Made of Lava
I've been flashing bling and stuff since I left some college
But tonight I'm packing shoulderpads and a woolly kinda turtleneck
I carry cash in a bucket and a trumpet in my pocket
Yeah, I got Paris on my mind and neo-neon patches over my eyes
I don't care bout what you say but you ain't saying nothing
You say you need a man with shoulderpads or every boy in college
Your bottom's up and your face hits the can
With tango in your stomach
And I get Paris on my mind
Cause I know that we're running short on time
I'm a slave to the wage cause I can't pass a bar
I get in to get laid cause I don't drink and drive
I'm a rat in a cage cause I can't find a bar
I get drunk to get laid cause I figured it out
Comentários
Envie dúvidas, explicações e curiosidades sobre a letra
Faça parte dessa comunidade
Tire dúvidas sobre idiomas, interaja com outros fãs de The Floor Is Made of Lava e vá além da letra da música.
Conheça o Letras AcademyConfira nosso guia de uso para deixar comentários.
Enviar para a central de dúvidas?
Dúvidas enviadas podem receber respostas de professores e alunos da plataforma.
Fixe este conteúdo com a aula: