You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label You think you know my world Wake up young girl, you’ve got a lot to learn My love, my life, my work, my time I give them all to you Your hand in mine We walk, we talk in ryhme We go the whole night through
I’m not a grain of sand I don’t care what’s written in your hand It’s bound to change
Sore, bored, and I’m lost, cost, cold Getting older Wrap it up, rip it up now Have it sold I’m a grower Any more, any more, any more, any more... I wanna be with you Just wanna be with you
But you tease me And it shows in the way that you play You think you know my love Wake up young girl And take a taste Not a bite, not a bite of a life now Can tell you never come, yeah well My will, my mind My lips, my lines I’ve got them all over you
Your taste combined With all the years of wasting time I’ve got a hold on something new I’m not a grain of sand I don’t care what’s written in your hand Cause it’s bound to change
So I’m bored, and I’m lost, cost, cold Getting older Buy the book, rip it up now Have it sold I’m a grower Any more, any more, any more, any more... I wanna be with you Just wanna be with you I don’t wanna pray for what is not right And I don’t wanna beg for what is not mine I don’t wanna rock the road between dreams and worldly things I could charge, and I could really try But I don’t wanna be the brave one In a senseless fight I, I, I just wanna be here tonight
Sore, bored, and I’m lost, cost, cold Getting older Wrap it up, rip it up now Have it sold I’m a grower Any more, any more, any more, any more... I wanna be with you Just wanna be with you
Sore, bored, and I’m lost, cost, cold Getting older Buy the book, rip it up now Have it sold I’m a grower Any more, any more, any more, any more... Any more, any more, any more, any more... Any more, any more, any more, any more...
You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label You think you know my world Wake up young girlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
