Testo Bleep-Beep

Pushing the plugs in my head
Five, eight secs in the past
I please you
I please you
I please you
God's saving
God's saving
God's saving my ears
She cracks out in a hot summer night
I want it stereo
I want it stereo
I'm am still in love with my bleep in the morning
It's just a question of the volume control
My constitution
Oh, my constitution
I want it stereo
I want it stereo
Please drag this tuning fork, what makes me crazy
So far so good
Let god save my ears

I want it stereo I want it stereo
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want

I want it stereo
I want it stereo
I want it
I want it
I want it
I want and then

Bleep-beep will going to cry
I've got
The plugs in my pockets
Be sure
It isn’t more than a big big big
Lie
Now
I complain about my strain
I complain about my strain