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Thursday, September 23, 2010
Vogue Spain + Rusted Guns Of Milan by Art Brut @ 12:53 PM

Vogue Spain
September 2010
Barbara Palvin






Song Of The Day

Art Brut

Rusted Guns of Milan

Click on the above link and change xx to tt.



I enjoy silly songs. And this is a very silly song. The first time I listened to it, I didn't really pay attention to the lyrics. The second time, I did, and ended up cracking up.

I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I doesn't mean that I don't love you
One more try with me above you
It's got nothing to do with anything I had to drink
It's more to do with the way I think

Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me

I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can

I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can
I know I can, I know I can

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Don't tell your friends!
Don't tell your friends!
I promise, it won't
Ever happen again

Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me

It's frustrating for you
Well, it's frustrating for me
You're lying there
And you're beautiful
You're beautiful
And of course I want to
Why wouldn't I

I doesn't mean I don't love you
One more try with me above you

Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on!
Leave the lights on for me

It's got nothing to do with anything I've had to drink
It's something wrong with the way I think

I know I can, I know I can
I'm fine when I am with my own hands

Never used my rusted gun of Milan

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