See you on your own Well, kind of on your own Everything is ruined Well, a couple things are ruined
Can't be quite so bad You're not an 1890s Irish lad
Comfort zone is comfortable So I won't push you angel, angel Comfort zone is where you've grown So I won't push you angel, angel
Tell me why, again You're not a real man? You seem that way to me Without a law degree
Can't be quite so bad You're not an 1890s Irish lad
Comfort zone is comfortable So I won't push you angel, angel Comfort zone is where you've grown So I won't push you angel, angel
Stop complaining, stop rewinding Stop confiding, you are fine Everybody wants you, needs you Holds you, sees you All that shit, so fuck off
This is not Old-timey Ireland
Comfort zone is comfortable So I won't push you angel, angel Comfort zone is where you've grown So I won't push you angel, angelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
