Leave me to my own devices It's better when your Coca Cola eyes are outta my face I checked your phone and no surprises She's grinning from ear to ear in purple lace
So take your orchids elsewhere, elsewhere I loved you to death But now I don't really care 'Cause you're running round over there Yeah, you're running round over there And now I don't really care 'Cause you're running round over there And now I don't really care 'Cause you're running round over there
I miss your t-shirt in the rain The one that makes you look like Gerard Way Eating grapes in the back of the party Throwing hands 'cause she drank your Bacardi
I know it's kinda dumb But I miss the way you dressed all punk With the black and the studs and the ripped up gloves Bet she loved your tough guy front
So take your orchids elsewhere, elsewhere I loved you to death But now I don't really care 'Cause you're running round over there Yeah, you're running round over there And now I don't really care 'Cause you're running round over there And now I don't really care 'Cause you're running round over thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
