Clobbered
Buffalo Tom
Well I clobber you
And I clobber me
When I ought to meet
My heart would skip a beat
Skip a beat, skip a beat
Skip a beat, skip a beat
Well, I kill my times with films of blood and scorn
And little girls that grow up to be more
I clobber mountains with my finger tips
While you're alone on top of kissing hip
And I clobber me
When I ought to meet
My heart would skip a beat
Skip a beat, skip a beat
Skip a beat, skip a beat
Well, I kill my times with films of blood and scorn
And little girls that grow up to be more
I clobber mountains with my finger tips
While you're alone on top of kissing hip
Izvajalec: Buffalo Tom