In her favorite locket, hiding yellow pills With white wine to chase them, lying on the hills We kissed until we couldn't breathe The coldest sand is on the beach
Now she's in her swimsuit with the yellow straps Cutting it with scissors 'til there's nothing left And rubbing sunscreen on her breasts She's putting on her sunglasses
I could win, I could lose But that's a look I can't refuse I could win, I could lose But that's a look I can't refuse Stop waiting
I could win, I could lose But that's a look I can't refuse I could win, I could lose But that's a look I can't refuse Stop waitingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
