I fell at the gates You left my knees all scraped With every protest that you made
I only wanted you You turned my love into a joke And fainted when I laughed along
You made a stranger of me I made a fool of myself I'll be the girl of your dreams When you stop raising hell
I swear we got so close Each holiday made me insane I knew that sweetness never stays
And now I can't pretend Like roadkill, untouched, out of it We cried because we can't forget
I'm marrying a florist I'll fall in love so slowly I'll make them more than boy of the year
I wanted to be your friend And I wanted to try again But you only saw a fraction of my tears
You made a stranger of me I made a fool of myself I'll be the girl of your dreams When you stop raising hell
You made a stranger of me I made a fool of myself I'll be the girl of your dreams When you stop raising hell
I'll be the girl I'll be the girl I'll be the girl I'll be the girl I'll be the girl I'll be the girl I'll be the girl I'll be the girl I'll be the girl I'll be the girlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
