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the rifftones - missile to your heart كلمات أغنية

[intro]
missile! to…your…heart!

[verse 1]
out on the launch pad, everything’s ready to go
my rocket’s fueled up, we will be leaving soon
the missile to the moon
pour me a c_cktail, i’ve got some sandwiches
where is the guy who makes the rocket start?
the missile to your heart (commence countdown)

[pre_chorus]
ten (ten), nine (nine), eight (eight), seven (seven), six (six)
five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two), onе (one)
zero, blastoff

[chorus]
high over hеad, our missile is flying
soaring at speeds much faster than a car
my love is waiting there on the moon and
soon she’ll receive my missile to her heart

[verse 2]
i’m on the moon now, there is a cave full of girls
i am their love slave, i am the man they chose
they gave me nice, new clothes
the queen is angry, she lets her spiders attack
i must resist her, and she dies all alone
we better head back home (commence countdown)
[pre_chorus]
ten (ten), nine (nine), eight (eight), seven (seven), six (six)
five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two), one (one)
zero, blastoff

[spoken interlude]
(uh…hang on a second. uh…)
bla—
(well, i don’t know. have you tried—where’s the—?)
h_llo? is there something wrong?
(yeah, yeah, yeah. hang on, okay? i’m tryin’ to fix the thing.)
well, what’s the matter? i don’t understand—
(well, i don’t know either! just gimme a second here!)
uh, there’s no blast—
(i mean, this is very technical! i’m tryin’ to—what the h_ll’s going on?)
look, should we stay, or…? we don’t know what to do—
(just chill, alright! i’m on it! okay? where the h_ll—? the [?]!)
do we break for lunch?
(no! just wait for me! honey! honey! the [?]—have you seen it? what the h_ll are you doing with that?! throw me the [?]—never come down in the bas_m_nt when i’m working! don’t take anything outta here, okay?! hang on, guys. okay, wait…uh…i just…son of a b_tch! okay. wait. we’re good to go.)

[chorus]
high over head, our missile is flying
soaring at speeds much faster than a car
my love is angry ’cause i’m a jerk
but soon she’ll receive my missile to her heart

- the rifftones

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