Von der Aufnahme Speak of the Devil
Songtext
Friday night it always feels the same.
I start to win, but i always lose the game.
Feeling high, feeling low.
It might sounds strange, but it always calls my name.
I love you, i hate you, i kiss you, i kill you now!
I love you, i hate you, i kiss you, i kill you now!
Pretty blonde still got me wrapped around your finger.
Call it a day, do i have to let it linger?
Feeling high, feeling low.
I know me and i know i’ve learned nothing at all.
I love you, i hate you, i kiss you, i kill you now!
I love you, i hate you, i kiss you, i kill you now!
I’m alive, feeling high.
I love you, i hate you, i kiss you, i kill you now!
I love you, i hate you, i kiss you, i kill you now!
I love you, i hate you, i kiss you, i kill you
I need you, i feel you,
you’re the enemy i need to face
Need to face you, need to face,
i need to face it. Blonde on blonde.

