Paid up, weathered, and type-O Clad in gladstone, watch him go Swimming ‘neath the microscope Hello lonely, bless the nation Mister skip to all or none Wooden soldiers fall upon Try to find what makes her tick While they're finding out what makes them sick
I don't know where you find your nerve I don't know how you choose your words Speak the ones that suit you worst Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed Circle the ones that come alive Save them for the best of Jill Hives
Been around and left you flat Tragically decided that Every child of God's a brat And she's dying to escape them But do we really need to see All her punchdrunk history? And which of it might hold the key For the exit to her destiny?
I don't know where you get your nerve I don't know how you choose your words Speak the ones that suit you worst Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed Circle the ones that come alive Save them for the best of Jill Hives
I don't know where you find your nerve I don't know how you choose your words Speak the ones that suit you worst Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed Circle the ones that come alive Save them for the best of Jill Hives
Number one in all our souls Trifle in a crystal bowl Fill it up with nine to five Save them for the best of Jill HivesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
