Last minute boy You feel like a toy I press on your chest Your voice is the best
When I saw you All wrapped up I knew I had to have you All shiny and new
Trying your best To keep me impressed You fall then you rise And sometimes disguise
Last minute boy You charge like a toy Your strength has gone down You poor little clown Ah ah ah
My friends are jealous of you They have no clue what we do How can I explain all these games That put us both up in flames?
Don't run away I thought we could play A game that I know It's called “hit and go”
First comes the look That makes your knees hurt And then comes the kiss The one you had missed Ah ah ah
My friends are jealous of you They have no clue what we do How can I explain all these games That put us both up in flames? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
