Текст и слова песни Little Shop Of Horrors – Feed me (git It)
Feed me. Feed me. Feed me!
Feed me, Seymour.
Feed me all night long.
"That's right, boy!"
You can do it...
Feed me, Seymour.
Feed me all night long...
'Cause if you feed me, Seymour,
I can grow up, big and strong.
Would you like a Cadillac car?
Or a guest-shot on Jack Par?
How about a date with Heady LeMarr...
You gonna git it.
"If you want it, baby."
How'd ya like to be a big wheel?
Dinning out, for every meal.
I'm the plant can make it all real.
You're gonna git it.
Hey, I'm your Gennie.
I'm your friend.
I'm your willin' slave...
Take a chance, feed me, yeah.
You know the kinda eats,
The kinda ret-hot tastes,
The kinda sticky licky, sweets I crave...
Ow! Come on, Seymour,
Don't be a putz!
Trust me and your life will surely
Rival King Tut's.
Show a little initiative, boy,
Work up some guts,
And you'll git it.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I have so...so many strong...reservations.
Should I go...and perform...mutilations?
Feed me, Seymour.
Feed me all night long.
"That's right, boy!"
You can do it...
Feed me, Seymour.
Feed me all night long...
'Cause if you feed me, Seymour,
I can grow up, big and strong.
Would you like a Cadillac car?
Or a guest-shot on Jack Par?
How about a date with Heady LeMarr...
You gonna git it.
"If you want it, baby."
How'd ya like to be a big wheel?
Dinning out, for every meal.
I'm the plant can make it all real.
You're gonna git it.
Hey, I'm your Gennie.
I'm your friend.
I'm your willin' slave...
Take a chance, feed me, yeah.
You know the kinda eats,
The kinda ret-hot tastes,
The kinda sticky licky, sweets I crave...
Ow! Come on, Seymour,
Don't be a putz!
Trust me and your life will surely
Rival King Tut's.
Show a little initiative, boy,
Work up some guts,
And you'll git it.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I have so...so many strong...reservations.
Should I go...and perform...mutilations?
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