The Thrill Of First Love
- Andrew Rannells (2016)You are listening to the song The Thrill Of First Love by Andrew Rannells, . The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
Lyrics
Hang up all your clothes
Whizzer begs
Whizzer knows
Shave your legs
Make me sick
You're a prick
God you're impossibile
We've been together for nine months
Ten months
Nine months
Ten months
Nine months
Ten months
We are the salt of the bourgeoisie
While I put the steak in
I bring home the bacon
And we're proud to say we love it how we
Don't/Won't
Won't
Don't
Won't
Don't
Agree
Everything he owns is vile
Marvin doesn't care a whit
Marvin doesn't share my devotion to
Style
Men from France can cancel a debt
Men in cufflinks make me forget my name
I intend to upset
This regrettable game
Whizzer takes me by the neck
What is this, wash and wear?
Whizzer has unlimited knowledge of
Dreck
Send me flowers
Mention is made
Make them roses
Attention is paid
In full
See how quickly he sours
When he pushes, I pull
Hang up your clothes, Marvin
Breeding shows, Marvin
I was rich
He was horny
We fit like a glove
Close your eyes, Whizzer
Passion dies
But I'd kill for that thrill of first
Love.
We ask for passion at all times
We stand to passion and drink this toast
Still it's awfully trying
And we're not denying
That of all the lesser passions
We like fighting
Most
Whizzer screws too much to see
What a joy's monogamy
What a joy is saving his joys
For one man
Leave me
Love me
Ha
Don't be a fool
Want me
Feed me
No one's so cruel and
Cheap
What I love I devour
What you love you devour
What I covet I keep
Isn't that right, Whizzer?
Let's both fight, Whizzer!
I was trained in karate
I'm best when I cheat
So I'll cheat, Whizzer, and I'll shove
And I'll kill for that thrill of first
Love.
We've been together for nine months
Ten months
Nine months
We've been together for ten months
Nine months
Ten months
In fact, we've almost survived a year
True, but who is counting?
We're too busy mounting
A display of our affection
That is so sincere
Passion dies
Passion dies
I would kill for that thrill of first love
I would kill for that thrill of first love
I would kill for that thrill of first love
I would kill for that thrill
I would kill for that thrill of first
Love
Love
Love.
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