Rock, paper, scissors Sittin' on the table in the kitchen That's all he's got left since she got gone It goes hand-in-hand with the memory of doing her wrong
She slipped that ring off her finger Slapped that ink on a goodbye note She cut his face outta every picture Lost his last name but won the game of
Rock, paper, scissors Bouncing on the table as he pounds it double-fisted He's blowing up her phone but it ain't gonna change a thing 'Cause there ain't gonna be no best two out of three
She slipped that ring off her finger Slapped that ink on a goodbye note She cut his face outta every picture Lost his last name but won the game of
When she found him passed out on couch With lipstick on his cheek There was nothing left but take a breath And one, two, three
She slipped that ring off her finger Slapped that ink on a goodbye note She cut his face outta every picture Lost his last name but won the game of
Rock, paper, scissors Sittin' on the table in the kitchen YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
