This isn't math It’s a paragraph It's a pot of gold In a garbage can Should've seen the signs At Christmastime When the mistletoe didn’t make you want to make out
Honey, here is the fuckin' truth You'd rather be with her, and I'd rather be with you Oh, baby, this is the end of times You want to call it off, and I wanna call you mine
You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze
This isn't nice It's a bath of ice It's an open book With no words in sight I was so naive I was so deceived When I found out that adults are very confused
Honey, here is the fuckin' truth You’d rather be with her, and I’d rather be with you Oh, baby, this is the end of times You want to call it off, and I want to call you mine
You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze
If I let you go I know you'll go So I hold tightly
Lost my self-control One year ago I feel like fighting
If I let you go I know you'll go So I hold tightly
Lost my self-control One year ago I feel like fighting
You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze
This isn't math It's a paragraph It’s a pot of gold In a garbage can Should've seen the signs At Christmastime When the mistletoe didn't make you want to make outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
