Eliška from TSR by TSR

I met her in a suite while waiting one day
She talk about time, she talk about faith
I went to the doctor, I'm feeling real ill
Hoping Mr. Doctor could prescribe me some pills
Now she got the radio playing all day
The world and its conflicts don't mean no shit
Russia, France, Syria
Two World Wars, don't want another one

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh

Eliška, (hey!) how do ya do?
Eliška,(hey!) how do ya do?
Eliška, (hey!) how do ya do?
Eliška, hey!...

Whether it's French or she's speaking the King's
It doesn't really matter, it could be Japanese
Hello, Kitty, what is your name?
She came a little closer, I tell you what she say
"Feather Eliška, pleased to meet you
I don't want to be loved, I don't want to be yours
Slave to society, you're a bottom feeder"
Slaves to society, a bottom feeder

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh

Eliška, (hey!) how do ya do?
Eliška,(hey!) how do ya do?
Eliška, (hey!) how do ya do?
Eliška, hey!... hey!...

Hey! hey!

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