We Would Need a Place to Hide, Wouldn't We? Men Wh Songtext

Save my car, save my house, I got air, I've got aloha. Safe inside, no more speed, not much pills not much aloha. Save my car, save my whore I've got air I've got aloha.

My parachute opened finally. A new pair of shoes, everything's o.k. take me home. The lovers have no idea what they've been missing. All the rich dudes puke on their legs.