White Russian Galaxy Lyrics - Singles - The Crimea

Straight out of high school and into the jungle 

Searching for Tarzan who might be dead 

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 what goes on in her pretty little head 

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head 

You talk like a fish in nonsensical bubbles 

Then blow the word bitch 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 what goes on in her pretty little head 

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head 

Why do you never sing in church on Sundays? 

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, lost in a white Russian galaxy 

Who knows, who knows, 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 

Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on 

Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on