I have a crate it's filled with bricks And pictures of our past Depreciating values and i'm losing interest fast All the hungry mouths i seen could never make me steal I would rather stand and die Than have to bow and kneel Balloon You call me pocket venus But i'm really pocket freak You know i don't need this I have my own potholes leaks I came into some money I don't need you anymore You can call me superstar Or you can call me whore Balloon I'm the type of guy Who doesn't have a type at all I'm not dressed for this climate Someone take me to the mall Drink toilet water and eat The food that rots We're living in the coisters Where out subtext is out plot Balloon I'm back in your life We can't even mess up rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
