It's getting late In these dead dog days I need lemonade For this bitter shot of lecture
My mechanical mates They can't see straight But I know I'm stained I was fine before I met you
Be yours, be yours Fine lines with which I'll cross in time Be yours, be yours Fine lines with which I'll cross in time When all the world, is gone
I'm back to my killing days I apologise I'm a little late When it's over, (be yours) I'll be your lemonade
I'm in my phantom phase Locking up my borders like the U.S.A When it's over, (be yours) I'll be your lemonade
I'm the feminine type The bad boys don't like I can feel the night she Sirens me to fake procreate
With a neck placed kiss Drawn from my acid lips And a slide of the hips I I'm a pheonix under your thighs
Be yours, be yours Fine lines with which I'll cross in time Be yours, be yours Fine lines with which I'll cross in time When all the world, is gone
I'm back to my killing days I apologise I'm a little late When it's over, (be yours) I'll be your lemonade
I'm in my phantom phase Locking up my borders like the U.S.A When it's over, (be yours) I'll be your lemonade
Ah, ah, ah, ah I'll be your lemonade (be yours) I'll be your lemonadeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
