Sing my songs, never thought I'd make it this far Weren't so long ago that I used to sell nine bars I live my life, I can prove it 'cause I got scars Chant my name while I'm strummin' on my guitar
She said she had a thing for James Dean And the music from the fifties When they used to keep the streets clean Faded memories of a young teen Like the echo of an old dream I carved her name into a sunbeam 'Cause she's my sun queen
Fakes in bands only wanna get wasted They wear nice clothes but they'll never even taste it Ripped off songs, first you copy, then you paste it The boy's got soul but he musta misplaced it
She said she had a thing for James Dean And the music from the fifties When they used to keep the streets clean Faded memories of a young teen Like the echo of an old dream I carved her name into a sunbeam 'Cause she's my sun queen
She said she had a thing for James Dean And the music from the fifties When they used to keep the streets clean Faded memories of a young teen Like the echo of an old dream I carved her name into a sunbeam 'Cause she's my sun queenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
