At The Back Of The Shell by The Kills

Kiss all your fingers, what's that for?
You'll never get to Heaven with you shirt all tore
Cut through your finger and cut you loose
Lost a lot a blood, lost a lot a cool, cool, cool

Now it ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
Now it ain't such a thrill

It get's a little dirty like the guts of a hack
And you'll never get it back, you'll never get the damn thing back
Looked a picture, took up half the roll
The way you went and took off half your clothes

And now it ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It started at the back of the shell
Now it ain't such a thrill

Running to catch up, the last city bus
Wearing out your yellow hulla dress
Lipstick a mess, your ch-ch-cherry best
Kissing on the window just to check on the red

You know, it ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It started at the back of the shell
Now it ain't such a thrill

It ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill

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