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Little black back pack (nasty little thoughts version) Song Lyrics
Little black back pack (nasty little thoughts version) by Stroke 9 Well I know it's

It's a shame

A shame I can't show it

And I see it

I can see it now

But I'm so far below it

Don't wanna


Don't wanna talk about it

I say why not?

Don't wanna think about it

I say there's got to be some good reason

For your little black backpack

Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back

and

Don't wanna tango with you

I'd rather tangle with him

I think I'm gonna bash his head in

And this shouldn't concern you except that

Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back


And I can feel you

Yes I can

What about that don't you understand?

And I sense you

It's something sensual

But it's less than I planned

Don't wanna


Don't wanna talk about it

I say why not?

Don't wanna think about it

I say there's got to be some good reason

For your little black backpack

Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back

and

Don't wanna tango with you

I'd rather tangle with him

I think I'm gonna bash his head in

And this shouldn't concern you except that

Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back


You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight

You're mind is lined with layers of lead

Have you heard one thing that I've said?


Don't wanna talk about it

I say why not?

Don't wanna think about it

I say there's got to be some good reason

For your little black backpack

Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back

and

Don't wanna tango with you

I'd rather tangle with him

I think I'm gonna bash his head in

And this shouldn't concern you except that

Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back

Don't wanna tango with you

I'd rather tangle with him

I think I'm gonna bash his head in

And this shouldn't concern you except that

Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back