Massacre - From your lips

When my sun is burning in
Just like a little far away
Standing closer down from me
But never turn me away

Butter flies are up your fingers
Sugarcubes are in your mouth
Honey trees are made of sweetness
You told we’re going deep inside

The road, the dust and you
Make me cry and cry and smile
There’s something else that I can do
There’s something else that I should try
(Yes I should try) (It's seventy four)

Hey, walking down the street that my far away top honey
You see a little girl standing over the blast
And she comes to me and told me: where are you going? and I go

It's not your business
It's not your business (at all)
It's not your business, (honey)
It's not your business (at all)

Well you know it's turned up grey
That's the colour of my hate
You know i've feel that sweetest taste
Of sweetest edge of death

You know I turned so easy
But you never got me around
So you better stay away from me

I said girl, butter flies are up your fingers
Sugarcubes are in your mouth
Honey trees are made of sweetness
You told me going deep in
You told me going deep in
You told me gonna deep inside

Pa pa pa, pa pa pa
Pa pa pa, pa pa pa
(Well, nothing goes wrong)