Lyrics of Conillon

I hung it up and jack it down
(loving it can be an art)
I lie on your back
(loving it can be an art)

Oh, could make it go snap, snap, snap
(loving it can be an art)
And we hear it go crack, crack, crack
(loving it can be an art)

Fun it down, rip it off
(loving it can be an art)
I can ease your tricks like this
(loving it can be an art)
It's nothing, it's nothing

I lie on your back, oh, i can hear it go snap, snap, snap
God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine
Don't worry about me, oh, there's plenty of time for everything

God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine
God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine
God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

I hung it up and jack it down, on your back
But i can hear it go snap, snap, snap
Well, i can hear it go crack, crack, crack

Baby, i can ease your tricks like this
I can ease your tricks like this, tricks like this

God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine
God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine

God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine
God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine
Don't worry their's plenty of time for everything

God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine
God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine

God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine
God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine

Oh, that's right, lie on your back
Here it go snap, neck to jack
I've gone crack, crack, crack

God i feel healthy, god i feel fine
That little conillon's mine, mine, mine