You weren't lying when you claimed to be a mountain lion under the sky where all the mountains lie. You weren't trying to be trying when you were denying that your heart is a fountain and a fire. But "no regrets," I told my friend Bridget, and I made a little "no regrets" hand sign. Call your bets, the jury ain't back yet from deciding what you already decided. If I know what you need, am I ever going to find you? You were applying a lip gloss shade named "Dandylion" when I realized I was painfully employed as your benign, dandy-pantsed, cowardly lion, and my last little piece of pride, it was destroyed. But "no regrets," I told my friend Bridget, and I made a little "no regrets" hand sign. Cool your jets, the monkey's coming back I bet from monkeying around with my time. Cast your spell, turn me on, touch me with your magic wand. Drunk on wine in an airplane with a fear of flying I realized you were never born to stay. And it was clear, in the foggy, endless atmosphere, I wasn't born to chase you away. Don't let the moon go down on you (I'm never gone too far).Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
