He headed out to rub elbows with oysters today, what a special little sap to think that pearls fall in your lap, oh lord, saw it coming, from miles away, from where it's plain to seem because we have the window seat and we swore at the top of our lungs
Riddle me this, what can you find, that always chews on the bitter end? Riddle me this in your hindsight, while you ride a white elephant
He headed out with a white flag and axes to grind, what a special little schmuck to decide he's getting up, oh lord, tried to show you, you're miles away from where it's crystal clear, because the fog is living here for now
Riddle me this, what can you find, that always chews on the bitter end? Riddle me this in your hindsight, while you ride a white elephant
We love to live in days way back when wondering what could have been, if we had a time machine, a cure for cold feet, we might not play these waiting games
Riddle me this, what can you find, that always chews on the bitter end? Riddle me this in your hindsight, while you ride a white elephant (We love to live in days way back when wondering what could have been) riddle me this in your hindsight (if we had a time machine, a cure for cold feet, we might not play these waiting games)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
