I'll cut my hair off you'll wear a crop top. We can do anything, anything that you want. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter to me
We can buy a two person bike, wonder if the punch is spiked, we can do anything, anything that you'd like. It doesn't matter, I'm easy to please
But now there's strangers in my kitchen. And they love to talk, they love to talk about you, and give me advice on what i should or shouldn't do.
Now it is Sunday. You're talking with your friends. I'm thinking about you. You're thinking of the weekend. It can't come sooner. You can't come sooner to me.
I can't make up my mind. I got too much time. To sit and wonder, wonder if you're fine. Who are you with? Are you thinking of me?
But now there's strangers in my kitchen. And they love to talk, they love to talk about you, and give me advice on what i should or shouldn't do.
So why cant I admit you're on my mind all the time?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
