Red Hot Chili Peppers - Roulette lyrics
[Red Hot Chili Peppers - Roulette lyrics]
(One, two)
The college years were lean, well
Coming out but maybe not so clean, my love
And if I stay much longer
My feelings for you, they
Might get much stronger, now
A Motorola coma
Sleep your way into a deep diploma, girl
At the dormitory you've come to pour me one
Of your best stories, girl
And I feel your face getting wet
Like the color red of roulette
And I place my losing bet on your side
And I see your eyes of regret
But you gave as good as you get
Like a Massachusetts thrеat running wild
A pair of dirty jeans that
You would wash inside my brass machine
That's good laying on your mattrеss
A thing of beauty
We would need more practice now
Hall & Oates were singing
The funny notes that you
Were always bringing, girl
An elevator's closing
Hard to hide when love is so exposing
And I feel your face getting wet
Like the color red of roulette
And I place my losing bet on your side
And I see your eyes of regret
But you gave as good as you get
Like a Massachusetts threat running wild
When I drove her to Villanova
Light me up when you decide
The stark aroma of your Tacoma
A tiny box where we reside
A battle tested, a life invested
Duly noted and denied
A-fully loaded, space encoded
A quiet night out in the sky
Your stack of lies was daunting
A tribute to your mind but way more haunting
Now a talking psycho killer
Betrayed the heads of even Henry Miller, now
Conspiracy's a theory
I wonder, Tim, if this could
Be your Leary, love, ah
She act like Marlon Brando
Born online inside the San Fernando
The college years were lean, well
Coming out but maybe not so clean, my love
And if I stay much longer
My feelings for you, they
Might get much stronger, now
A Motorola coma
Sleep your way into a deep diploma, girl
At the dormitory you've come to pour me one
Of your best stories, girl
And I feel your face getting wet
Like the color red of roulette
And I place my losing bet on your side
And I see your eyes of regret
But you gave as good as you get
Like a Massachusetts thrеat running wild
A pair of dirty jeans that
You would wash inside my brass machine
That's good laying on your mattrеss
A thing of beauty
We would need more practice now
Hall & Oates were singing
The funny notes that you
Were always bringing, girl
An elevator's closing
Hard to hide when love is so exposing
And I feel your face getting wet
Like the color red of roulette
And I place my losing bet on your side
And I see your eyes of regret
But you gave as good as you get
Like a Massachusetts threat running wild
When I drove her to Villanova
Light me up when you decide
The stark aroma of your Tacoma
A tiny box where we reside
A battle tested, a life invested
Duly noted and denied
A-fully loaded, space encoded
A quiet night out in the sky
Your stack of lies was daunting
A tribute to your mind but way more haunting
Now a talking psycho killer
Betrayed the heads of even Henry Miller, now
Conspiracy's a theory
I wonder, Tim, if this could
Be your Leary, love, ah
She act like Marlon Brando
Born online inside the San Fernando