Baby, make me feel like the way that you do You look so pretty, awfully pretty Sitting in your throne size stoop But I'm an ugly kid Ugly enough to not want to exist I'm an ugly kid and you're that pitch perfect angel Singing your classic smashing hit Now I'm glad I exist
Your eyes twinkle like all your tears from last night But if I make you cry again I think that I might just die I'm such a fucking ugly kid Ugly enough to just want to just quit I'm an ugly kid And you're like a summer sunset in Stockholm I'm like being stuck in fucking Bakersfield And walking home
Baby, make me feel like the way that you do You look so pretty, awfully pretty Sitting in your throne size stoop But I'm an ugly kid Ugly enough to not want to exist I'm an ugly kid and you're that pitch perfect angel Singing your classic smashing hit Now I'm glad I exist
Nothing helps make up minds like roses or A lot of time but I'll just be sitting here Not close to you or somewhere near 'Cause if you get too close to lovely bird it flies away A bird I should of been glad to see Instead of sad it wants to leave Should be happy, even if it's all without me
Baby, make me feel like the way that you do You look so pretty, awfully pretty Sitting in your throne size stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop (He's an ugly kid, such an ugly kid) Listen to this fucking trumpet, holy shit Stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop (He's an ugly kid, such an ugly kid)
That was a story of the kid Who fuckin', was real chunky growin' up And then he gets older and guess what? He's a little less chunky!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
