Lirik Lagu Little Pieces Of Seaweed - Steve Vai
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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
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- 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.
You’re lookin’ for troubleYou’ve come to the right placeCome on baby, smack the smegmaAll across the place because...
I took little pieces of seaweed and I caused stretch marks to appear all over your little body. Yes I did. I really did. It was all over your body. Eh, your body looked like a road map, and my best friend got so confused, he thought you were doubting Thomas and put his fingers in your holes that I left there after I beat you up with an axe.
I looked at you and I suppose that you’d like to stick a pair of speakers in my throat because you don’t like the way I speak. Of course you don’t. Why don’t you put me in overdrive and we’ll get in treble. We’ll have triplets together. We’ll have to talk to the staff about it. Oh, I’m so flat; I’m so flat; I’m so flat; I’m so flat.
Ah, you’re under arrest. You’re under arrest. You’re under arrest for smiling in Sector V, now; don’t step across the line. Take off your clothes. Put your buttocks in your pocket and spread your hands. Now bend over. Now bend over. Bend over, bend over and spread those cheeks. Bend over and spread those cheeks. Bend over and spread those cheeks. Bend over and spread those cheeks. I’m going to insert my notes from an isotope that I scored off Einstein while he peeled off his pimples with plutonium. Why can’t he perform the way he did earlier? (Well, I’ll tell you). What’s wrong with him? He’s lost his style; he’s lost his spunk; he’s no good; he’s funk. He smells like a cowbell. He has the personality of a road accident. He has the IQ of salamander sweat. And he smells like stale cat piss shoved intravenously through the IV of an aging welfare patient. Welfare, all fare, we’re all fair on this universe, and I’ve got a ticket to ride you any time I want because I’m abusive. Don’t cry at me with your wah-wah pedal. Don’t plug in your amplifier and tell me you paid your dues. Don’t tell me you went for this guy’s act and you went for your own fame. Don’t tell me that I’m to blame.
And I took little pieces of seaweed. I took little pieces of seaweed. I took little pieces of seaweed. I took little, I took little pieces of seaweed. Pie
I took little pieces of seaweed and I caused stretch marks to appear all over your little body. Yes I did. I really did. It was all over your body. Eh, your body looked like a road map, and my best friend got so confused, he thought you were doubting Thomas and put his fingers in your holes that I left there after I beat you up with an axe.
I looked at you and I suppose that you’d like to stick a pair of speakers in my throat because you don’t like the way I speak. Of course you don’t. Why don’t you put me in overdrive and we’ll get in treble. We’ll have triplets together. We’ll have to talk to the staff about it. Oh, I’m so flat; I’m so flat; I’m so flat; I’m so flat.
Ah, you’re under arrest. You’re under arrest. You’re under arrest for smiling in Sector V, now; don’t step across the line. Take off your clothes. Put your buttocks in your pocket and spread your hands. Now bend over. Now bend over. Bend over, bend over and spread those cheeks. Bend over and spread those cheeks. Bend over and spread those cheeks. Bend over and spread those cheeks. I’m going to insert my notes from an isotope that I scored off Einstein while he peeled off his pimples with plutonium. Why can’t he perform the way he did earlier? (Well, I’ll tell you). What’s wrong with him? He’s lost his style; he’s lost his spunk; he’s no good; he’s funk. He smells like a cowbell. He has the personality of a road accident. He has the IQ of salamander sweat. And he smells like stale cat piss shoved intravenously through the IV of an aging welfare patient. Welfare, all fare, we’re all fair on this universe, and I’ve got a ticket to ride you any time I want because I’m abusive. Don’t cry at me with your wah-wah pedal. Don’t plug in your amplifier and tell me you paid your dues. Don’t tell me you went for this guy’s act and you went for your own fame. Don’t tell me that I’m to blame.
And I took little pieces of seaweed. I took little pieces of seaweed. I took little pieces of seaweed. I took little, I took little pieces of seaweed. Pie
