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You were trying to kill me With a hundred knives You were trying to kill me In my heart one hundred times Tell me you were angry That's why you said that That's why you said that I know you're there I wish you'd talk Should i stay on, Or should i get off? Roll over to me Roll over Roll over to me Roll over But there is nothing i'd rather do Than spend all day in the sack with you I want to mess up my sheets with you There is nothing i'd rather do You were trying to kill me With a hundred knives Letras de cancionesThat was not the question I thought you had inside I know you're there I wish you'd talk Should i stay on, Or should i get off? Roll over to me Roll over Roll over to me Roll over But there is nothing i'd rather do Than spend all day in the sack with you I want to mess up my sheets with you There is nothing i'd rather do From Letras Mania