Текст и перевод песни Snotkop - Woestersous

Woestersous

As jy kom kuier
Maak jy my suiker,
'N bietjie onstabiel
Dan eet ek tjoklits
As jy my vasdruk
Raak ek net koorsig
Brand soos Tabasco sous
Hier in my are
Jy gee my kilojoules
Maar dit is alles cool
Ek smaak jou stukkend soos woestersous
Soos bacon, eiers en jam op toast
Soos choppies op die vuur waaraan ek wil kou
Maak jy my honger vir meer van jou
Ek is verslaaf aan jou soos aromat
Jy smelt soos melktert hier in my bek
Soos potjiekos en pap op 'n Sondag middag
Maak jy my net soveel meer lus vir jou
(Lus vir jou 2)
As jy my French kiss
Raak dit fantasies
Ek soek jou hotcross buns
Vergeet van Banting
As ons karfoefel
My pols raak tjoepstil
Kan jy die dokter bel?
Jy smaak soos vetkoek
Jy gee my carbo load
Maar ek sien glad nie fout
Ek smaak jou stukkend soos woestersous
Soos bacon, eiers en jam op toast
Soos choppies op die vuur waaraan ek wil kou
Maak jy my honger vir meer van jou
Ek is verslaaf aan jou soos aromat
Jy smelt soos melktert hier in my bek
Soos potjiekos en pap op 'n Sondag middag
Maak jy my net soveel meer lus vir jou
Tim Noakes sê ek eet te veel
Maar ek dink nie hy verstaan nie nee
Ek het klaar gespeel
Want jou lyfie stoot my cholesterol op
Proe net so lekker soos Jelly Tots
Weigh Less dink ek skep te veel
Maar jys heeltemal te lekker om met hulle te deel
Want jou lippies maak my belt te styf
So ek doop jou in my koffie soos boere beskuit
Ek smaak jou stukkend soos woestersous
Soos bacon, eiers en jam op toast
Soos choppies op die vuur waaraan ek wil kou
Maak jy my honger vir meer van jou
Ek is verslaaf aan jou soos aromat
Jy smelt soos melktert hier in my bek
Soos potjiekos en pap op 'n Sondag middag
Maak jy my net soveel meer lus vir jou
Soos potjiekos en pap op 'n Sondag middag
Maak jy my net soveel meer lus vir jou
Lus vir jou 2

Worcestershire Sauce

When you come to visit
You make me sweet,
A bit unstable
Then I eat chocolates
When you hold me tight
I just get feverous
Burning like Tabasco sauce
Here in my veins
You give me kilojoules
But it is all cool
I taste you up like Worcestershire sauce
Like bacon, eggs and jam on toast
Like chops on the fire that I want to chew on
You make me so hungry for more of you
I am addicted to you like Aromat
You melt like milk tart in my mouth
Like potjiekos and pap on a Sunday afternoon
You make me want you so much more
(Want you 2)
When you French kiss me
It becomes fantasies
I am looking for your hotcross buns
Forget about Banting
When we make out
My pulse stops
Can you call the doctor?
You taste like fried dough cakes
You give me a carbo load
But I don't see anything wrong
I taste you up like Worcestershire sauce
Like bacon, eggs and jam on toast
Like chops on the fire that I want to chew on
You make me so hungry for more of you
I am addicted to you like Aromat
You melt like milk tart in my mouth
Like potjiekos and pap on a Sunday afternoon
You make me want you so much more
Tim Noakes says I eat too much
But I don't think he understands, no
I have finished playing
Because your body boosts my cholesterol
Tastes as good as Jelly Tots
Weigh Less thinks I eat too much
But you're way too delicious to share with them
Because your lips make my belt too tight
So I dip you in my coffee like rusks
I taste you up like Worcestershire sauce
Like bacon, eggs and jam on toast
Like chops on the fire that I want to chew on
You make me so hungry for more of you
I am addicted to you like Aromat
You melt like milk tart in my mouth
Like potjiekos and pap on a Sunday afternoon
You make me want you so much more
Like potjiekos and pap on a Sunday afternoon
You make me want you so much more
Want you 2