Oh, how I hate this kind of pressure There is no time for any pleasure My hands are shaking, too much coffee I think I broke my toe, toe, toe, toe, toe I'm stuck, again in human traffic And their never ending yapping If I had a gun, I would start shooting Why don't they all just go, go, go, go, go My head is ready to explode And I can feel my each and every bone Where are you? Your phone dosen't ever work When you are gone, I'm going crazy Oh, how I hate this kind of state Everything seems to fall and break You're always there when I don't want you And never when I yearn to hold you
Answer me babe This is a serious situation Talk to me babe Cause only you can stand my fixationsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
