You know I'm so glad that you made me wait But if I wait one moment more I'm walking out the window I'm giving up the keys I've got your name in giant letters painted on my ceiling Bungling my head on the floor, could you still ask for more I don't want to go where the money goes; I wouldn't be happy with fame I want you to love me. Yea, I want your airbrushed clothes to sell out tonight You could make suicide so easy Nothing seems so scary, no nothing ever hurts when it's cold You are my seven precious digits Dialing you, my stupid heart beats loud as the rings Don't my words mean a thingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
