Mic city sons seem to dumb everything down I got wished a lot of luck And I'll tell you what it's worth now
It's a cold-blooded style Never was worthwhile You're as good as they come But you're such a fucking trial
You went and called me up Do you bother me on purpose You make me feel like I'm half my age And at least twice as nervous
You go ah-ha whistling Sweet caroline And I'll be there to ? ? Cos I never speak my mind
It's a miracle how No offence is taken But I'm full of them then Anytime you feel up to face them
You go drink your problems still A statue in the barroom You've got feelings left to kill And I won't forget it too soon
It's a cold blooded style Never was worthwhile You're as good as they come But you're such a f***ing trial
You go ah-ha whistling Sweet caroling And I'll be there too Cos I never speak my mind You don't want me to speak my mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
