Rose is smoking a clove cigarette And it takes me back to your summer dress And that green plastic table With those green plastic chairs And you’d touch my summer skin And you’d toss your golden hair
It takes some steps forward and some steps back Oh, it just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track
On the sidewalk she turns her foot And I hold the door as she tiptoes through it And I'm getting foggy, but I don't really care ‘Cause I've no reason to be anywhere
It takes some steps forward and some steps back Oh, it just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track
Is this my family? Are these my friends? Oh, it's not a problem I just had other plans That green plastic table With those green plastic chairs And you’d touch my summer skin And you’d toss your golden hair
It takes some steps forward and some steps back Oh, it just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track It just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track It just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on track It just doesn't matter ‘cause I'm on trackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
