Peeking through the fence Boy they're having some fun All laying out, baking out in the summer sun I cherish the experience, but what does it mean? And why will these bikini bodies cease to be?
Please bury my skeleton in the wood I don't ever feel rebellious, only misunderstood Fret too much and once again I find myself thinking about a master plan
Suppose that we could try harder Considering, it's only offered once Fill the blanks where we started See it in her eyes, her eyes, her eyes
Picking it up so the motion stands Have you ever seen known someone who talks so much with their hands? It's a delicate to-do, trying to gauge the mood When you're feeling seven thousand different shades of blues
Will you bury the skeleton in the wood? I don't ever feel rebellious, only misunderstood Said too much and once again I find myself thinking I lost a friend Said too much and once again I find myself thinking of you
Suppose that we could try harder Considering, it's only offered once Fill the blanks where we started See it in her eyes, her eyes, her eyes Suppose that we could try harder Considering, it's only offered once Fill the blanks where we started See it in her eyes, her eyes, her eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
