Red-blooded fools Trying to play by the rules In the night Holding hands at the store Making jokes, looking for Diary-free ice cream But one of those fools Is bound to be cruel And they're looking for much more Than a hand they can hold Than a heart to console And they're waiting to let go
They'll make love They'll fake love
And the red-blooded fool On the road plays it cool But he's blind to deception So he lets down his guard And she fucks with his heart And he's left there still bleeding And the fool takes her stand Makes a fist with her hand She belongs to no man And she [can't?] says the mirror Goes to bed with her career But one day while she's lonely
She'll make love Then she'll fake love She'll make love Then she'll fake loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
