T.W.D.A.M.O. - Live - Tank

Love is like dragging your balls across barbed wire

She rehearses every day from a hang glider she had a wrestling bout

With a trope of local sea scouts got them all in a pool of mud

All the time wearing boxing gloves you can hear them crying from the third

floor above

That''s what dreams are made of…

She wears pit boots, woodbines and loves being dirty

Her bank manager plays dog says wood and don''t hurt me

You''ve seen her magazines how the hell does she keep her teeth clean

Doing something that''s loosely termed love all the time wearing boxing gloves

She''s got the cheek to say she''s on a mission from God

That''s what dreams are made of…

You''ve seen her magazines how the hell does she keep her teeth clean

Doing something that''s loosely termed love all the time wearing boxing gloves

She''s got the cheek to say she''s on a mission from God

That''s what dreams are made of…