Could roll a four, roll a nine Find myself washed up in paradise Like before you didn't mind Someone else washed up in paradise, everyday
What a nice day for a murder Call yourself a killer, only thing you're killing is your time There's nothing absurder A bird is a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind
Don't look at me like that, she won't take you back You've said too much, been too unkind Get off your back, stop smoking that Change your life, just might change her mind, her mind
Roll a four, roll a nine Find yourself washed up in paradise All the fours to all the nines I lost my phone in paradise, pay as you go
What a nice day for a murder Say you're a killer, only thing you're killing is time There's nothing absurder Than a bird it's a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind
Oh, don't look at me like that, she won't take you back You've done too much, been too unkind Get up off your back, stop smoking that Change your life, think it'll change their mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
