I wish I was bolder Full of red, yellow and blue Cigarillos in my pocket And a doodle that you drew On the back of a boarding pass To Berlin, Germany Go ahead and make your money Across the choppy sea
Now, oh hell, it's April The blossoms on the trees Fall like confetti And twirl around my knees Was I your favourite person? ‘Cause baby, you were mine And if you'd only let me I'd squeeze you like a lime
I took your compliments I just struggled to believe That I was worth loving And you weren't lying through your teeth In truth, I'm a Russian doll My egos shut inside I painted them by hand And I'll never let them die
My cracked skull is a bowl That holds a coral sea It's filled with trashy poems And eastern cherry trees Despite how much I want to Just punch you in the face My favourite smell on this earth Is still your pillowcaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
