From the first glance I knew There was something about you And I was stuck like glue But now it’s plain to see You’re not the one for me How could I like someone who loves Morrissey?
I don’t have time for your games You make me feel insane Only asking me to stay The moment I’m ready to walk away You’re not entitled to my affection To cure an erection I won’t sit by like some toy To be played by a softboy
You don’t care what I’m up to Till you’re drunk and you are blue Expecting me to come through But you must be confused Because I am not amused By your shitty tattoos and bad moods and narcissistic attitude
I don’t have time for your games You make me feel insane Only asking me to stay The moment I’m ready to walk away You’re not entitled to my affection To cure an erection I won’t sit by like some toy To be played by a softboy
At your hand I’ve suffered plenty of little deaths But none of them, no none of them, were anything specialTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
