I may have been raised On simple taste But I was all lace and sequins and neon sachets across the floor Oh I lived in luxury, changed my pennies to cubic zirconias Yeah, but man did I look good
Most of us grow out of this before it's too late We choke back sensibility like the liver on our plates In hopes of just one taste of the sweetness that awaits The sweetness that awaits
I'm a little more sedate In my old age Hid the glitter so well I lost it Left my Las Vegas ambitions behind But never be fooled by the black Underneath all this simplicity Spins a disco ball heart I got me a disco
I guess I should grow out of this before it's too late Choke back sensibility like the liver on my plate In hopes of just one taste of the sweetness that awaits The sweetness that awaits
Me, I want desert first And a butterscotch baby To hold me tight I want a life-size Chocolate version of you I?m praying with all of my might I?ll wake up this?ll still be true I?ll wake up this?ll still be true
I guess it makes sense that I chose this Get to dress up and tell you stories I'm getting paid to be a kid I?m getting paid to be a kid
Every day, everyday, everyday I write the bookTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
