Bud light lime in my hand Once upon a time, I spied on you Bud light lime in my hand and I stand over there And listen to your little lies about your cool life
Down by the poolside The photogenic sunset She squeezed the lime And wiped her fingers on her swimsuit And there she laid as yellow faded into orange She pressed the glass against her lips And then her forehead
Without looking at me
The pristine lobby Pouring sugar in her coffee She placed the matches from the bowl into her purse And on her phone another simulated sunset I heard her fingernails They were clicking against the glass
Without looking at meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
