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White Russian Galaxy - The Crimea
Straight out of high school and into the jungle
Searching for Tarzan who might be dad
You kick like a mule short of an oscar
And screaming blue murder at newly weds
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
You talk like a fish in nonsensical bubbles
Then blow the word b**ch through your smoke ring
You cause only trouble you bring only suffering
Just get in the spaceship and stop bleeding
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
Won't you tell me why do you never sing in church on Sunday
Why won't you ever go all the way
You're floating towards heavenly hell hanging from the rafters like a church bell
You're light years away from reality lonely and lost in a White Russian Galaxy
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
What goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on
