Yeah, it was only one time But it's sad that you can't ever remember It was at the end of December When you killed I wish I never told you to try But I knew it'd make for quite a great story And now, I'm fluent in the prevalent glory Of that will
When you like to misbehave I can't dive and make the save You got such a knack for my head When you're in and out of luck I can't pry you out the muck I can't bring you back from the dead Again
It was a sign of the times But it's sad that you gave into conforming It was such an innocent morning When you snapped I wish I never played with your pride But it's sad that you were able to hurt her I know you got away with murder In the past
When you like to misbehave I can't dive and make the save You got such a knack for my head When you're in and out of luck I can't pry you out the muck I can't bring you back from the dead Again
I counted, I counted I counted, I counted oh-oh I counted, I counted I counted, I counted I counted, I counted I counted, I counted up I counted, I counted I counted, oh, I counted it up AgainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
