He was the sun, He was the moon, He was a rat in two bit shoes. Stick to your jaws, Throw out whats his, Pitchin' a fit...
Here is a picture, Add to the pile. Light a match, Watch it burn a while. Fuel it with alcohol, And drink from the bottle...
Oh Pobrecita, Tragic little teacup, Did he go and shatter you again?
But the way that you're crying, Is more like a lion, Who licks her wounds before she seeks revenge...
Pluck all the stars, Outta the sky. Sit in the dark and wonder why. That wicked grin, Lets see it again, Coz its tremendous...
Wrap all your thoughts, In ribbons and bows. Give them away, At a party you throw. Climbing up on the roof, Are you looking for proof? You did what you did...
Oh Pobrecita, Tragic little teacup, Did he go and shatter you again?
But the way that you're crying, Is more like a lion, Who licks her wounds before she seeks revenge...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
