What if she never totures me anymore? How would I manage? What if she never nails my tongue To the bathroom floor? What if she walks away Leaving me a-ok, Hiding each power tool Why would she be so cruel?
I could stab my arm myself Could rip my tonsils out Could set my hair aflame I could spray my eyes with mace But face the fact, without her, It wouldn't be the same...
Pugsley (Spoken):
Grandma, what if there was this girl who met this person and they're gonna run away and live alone and eat apples. What would you give her?
Grandma (Spoken):
Nothing. She's your sister. Be happy for her
Pugsley (Spoken):
But what if she doesn't get rid of him? What if all the good time are already behind me?
Grandma (Spoken):
That's life, kid. You lose the thing love.
Pugsley:
Wednesday will drink and then She'll be herself again Lucas will leave her be So she can torture me Just like she always did 'Til then I'm just a strange, fat kidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
