She’s on the merry-go-round She’s on the edge of her seat It’s hard to settle her down She says she needs them to sleep
And so the fairy tale life She’s been living is weak She wants to feel like the clouds Are under her feet
She’s too old for baby dolls And too young to burn... out Oh how she’s figured out I guess she’s learned How to push down and turn
Sometimes it’s hard to wake up And even harder to breath Sometimes it’s never enough Taking more than she needs
And so the Ferris Wheel lights Makes it easy to dream She keeps it all bottled up But inside wants to scream
She’s too old for baby dolls And too young to burn... out Oh how she’s figured out I guess she’s learned How to push down and turn
Turn, turn her life around But it’s to hard to believe She’s gonna Burn, burn those brides down And hope no one will see
She’s too old for baby dolls And too young to burn... out Oh how she’s figured out I guess she’s learned How to push down and turnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
