Lirik Lagu If I Could Smell Her Cunt - Dr. Lecter
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Lecter](spoken)Now.What did Miggs say to you?Multiple Miggs in the next cell, heHissed at you.What did he say?
[Clarice]He said,"I can smell your cunt."
[Lecter]I see.I myself cannot.
(sung)If I could smell her cuntShe'd help me taste humanity againAnd if I promise not to eat herThen perhaps she'd even be my friendIf I could smell her cuntIf I could smell her cunt.
If I could undo who I amI'd snap my fingers: brand new man!I want to smell her bearded clamI almost can!Trapped behind this pane of glassA man who reeks of taste of classI'm sitting on my bony assAnd now this wo-man:
I'd like to tell her I don't careBut something in her eyes...I'd like to tell her life's not fairThe smell between her thighs.
Lonely lonely lunaticI want to know what makes her tickIf only she would let me pickHer pretty brain.I want a new relationshipThe kind that challenges my witThe kind that doesn't leave behindA bloody stain...
If I could smell her cuntShe'd help me findThe man I used to beAnd if I promise not to serve her as an entreeShe'd be friends with meIf I could smell her cuntIf I could smell her cunt.
If I could help her solve this casePerhaps they'd let me leave this placeFor one that has a bit more spaceI want to see a tree!Lonely lonely lunaticI'm charming but I'm also sickI need an audience for my schtickPerhaps it could be she!
If I could do it all againI wouldn't harm a flyErase the gruesome things I've doneAnd smell her cherry pie.
If I could smell her cuntIf she would grant my simple little wishI could reclaim my grasp on sanityI bet she smells like tuna fishIf I could smell her cuntIf I could smell he
[Clarice]He said,"I can smell your cunt."
[Lecter]I see.I myself cannot.
(sung)If I could smell her cuntShe'd help me taste humanity againAnd if I promise not to eat herThen perhaps she'd even be my friendIf I could smell her cuntIf I could smell her cunt.
If I could undo who I amI'd snap my fingers: brand new man!I want to smell her bearded clamI almost can!Trapped behind this pane of glassA man who reeks of taste of classI'm sitting on my bony assAnd now this wo-man:
I'd like to tell her I don't careBut something in her eyes...I'd like to tell her life's not fairThe smell between her thighs.
Lonely lonely lunaticI want to know what makes her tickIf only she would let me pickHer pretty brain.I want a new relationshipThe kind that challenges my witThe kind that doesn't leave behindA bloody stain...
If I could smell her cuntShe'd help me findThe man I used to beAnd if I promise not to serve her as an entreeShe'd be friends with meIf I could smell her cuntIf I could smell her cunt.
If I could help her solve this casePerhaps they'd let me leave this placeFor one that has a bit more spaceI want to see a tree!Lonely lonely lunaticI'm charming but I'm also sickI need an audience for my schtickPerhaps it could be she!
If I could do it all againI wouldn't harm a flyErase the gruesome things I've doneAnd smell her cherry pie.
If I could smell her cuntIf she would grant my simple little wishI could reclaim my grasp on sanityI bet she smells like tuna fishIf I could smell her cuntIf I could smell he
