Laying into summer music Wall fell down so I built a new one Dumped my nervous tendencies, see See what you've become from me Rock and roll is out of control, and— "Bring her back by nine, young man!" It's all salted sweet peas We'll think back to drinking milk on our Mondays Laying into some amusement Banged and bruised and unexcused, and Lick of someone's tooth is sweet, sweet, sweet Tooth-Tooth to terror me, and Rotten soul, and you're out of control, and— "Bring her back and hold her hand!" It's all salted sweet peas Well, think back, those hanging up in the third grade Run into tea errors, run faster, faster Run into tea errors, run faster, faster Stop, fall down and take the bus there, faster Run into tea errors, run faster, faster (Run into tea errors, run faster, faster) (Run to tea errors, run faster, faster) (Stop, fall down and take the bus there, faster) (Run into tea errors, run faster-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter) And baby, our love is more comfy there (Oh no!) Nothing engulfed by mounds of your hair (No, no) You're rocking the boat, you're so fine, you're so rare And driving insi-i-ide Your love and the fright (Ow) Please go slow, so my (Ow) Head will learn! I can't receive Your love right back to the sun I can't receive Your love right back to the sun I lied And that's the good news-n-news Oh! Break-bre-bre-break on the shake-a-shake (You wanna break?) Bri-bri-bri-bring on the shame, ah Well, think fast, we're drinking milk on a Monday! (Ah-ooh-eee—) On a Monday (Ah-ooh-eee—)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
