It looked so different In the magazines I read Artificial Light Walmart bedsheets
Crawling in at 2 My desk littered with receipts You bought a pillow Just for your knees
In the parking lot She had my bandana tied Across her forehead Like a traffic light
Should have followed signs They pulled up and robbed me blind Kiss me on the lips Tell me next time
Now I see That this place is everything That this place is everything I am not
And while I sleep Lace your boots up to your knees Lace your boots up to your knees Make the first moveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
