Everything was ready but he had to run away
Shot for the money on the very same day
Le garage, le garage-rage
Le garage, le garage-rage

Everything was ready but he had to run away
Shot for the money on the very same day
Le garage, le garage-rage
Le garage, le garage-rage

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit

You, you are the thing
With you tight skin, making me jealous when you're asleep
And i agree, i never think now when im with you

And i wont say a word of its true if it's not true
Le garage, le garage-rage

And things pushed in my face
With locked arms, making me nuder to everything
You you give me sound, smashing my styles
i always think now when im with you

And i wont say a word of its true if it's not true
Le garage, le garage-rage
And i wont say a word of its true if it's not true
Le garage, le garage-rage


by Marcelo Adelar