If you hate that boy for months, time to feel it Uh oh uh oh If he has the chance, he might trust the feeling Uh oh uh oh I saw inside, it looked like a cleaver Uh oh uh oh Watch what you say, you might get beaten Uh oh uh oh
Too bad that I brought this out (x4)
Look out now, you can't cope the feeling Uh oh uh oh Leaves a small corpse like a ball in the cedar Uh oh uh oh
My old mans a saint though Not like your own scapegoat, he hangs
Over me, over me, over me
Check out that girl she seems so conceited Uh oh uh oh Her mullet shows you'll always succeed it Uh oh uh oh I hope you're coy but not too defeated Uh oh uh oh Looks like you always affect how you're treated Uh oh uh oh
Too bad that I brought this out (x4)
Look out now, she can't cope the feeling Uh oh uh oh Decaying like frost that melts off a heater Uh oh uh oh
My true mothers a saint though Not like your own with chain smoke, she hangs
Over me, over me, over me
That's what when I... Needed your hand
Open me, open me, open me
And I tried the best of your years, hope you end up close to an orchard Open me, open me, open me
Its an illusion, next time he'll burn forever We fought for most of our years, bet you'll turn out bent and tortured
Over me, over me, over me
Its an illusion, that's how she'll burn forever And now I'll send you off like smoke, if you dissolve that's your torture
Over me, over me, over me
It's an illusion, that's how your girlfriend burnsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
