Put on that red dress you wear so well Under a night of stars This party is your battlefield You're gonna leave some scars
And this is war Champagne and dinner plates Something on ice And this is war Your greatest weapon Is you can be nice And this is war Two fives, two fours three six You roll the dice And this is war Your greatest weapon Is you pretend, pretend to be nice
Slip on your mother's high high heels Under a night of stars This party is just child's play You're screaming in the dark
And this is war Champagne and dinner plates Something on icе And this is war Your greatest weapon Is you can bе nice And this is war Two fives, two fours three six You roll the dice And this is war Your greatest weapon Is you pretend, pretend to be nice
Draw your sword I'll stay mine Are the spoils of war now Whose on whose side Some fight with Gucci Some fight with words You collect fake friends I can write away hurt
Draw your sword I'll stay mine Are the spoils of war now Whose on whose side Some fight with Gucci Some fight with words You collect fake friends I can write away
This is war Champagne and dinner plates Something on ice And this is war Your greatest weapon Is you can be nice And this is war Two fives two fours three six You roll the dice And this is war Your greatest weapon Is you pretend, pretend to be nice
This is a setup I think I've been framed Thank goodness the Jester still remembers my name And raise your glass to the ones who try On the battlefield to the one who fight This is a setup I think I've been framed Thank goodness the Jester still remembers my name And raise your glass to the ones who try On the battlefield to the one who cry
War Champagne and dinner plates Something on ice And this is war Your greatest weapon Is you can be nice And this is war Two fives two fours three six You roll the dice And this is war Your greatest weapon Is you pretend, pretend to be niceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
