Mary is sitting in the backseat of your car, of your car It was a man’s world before we met the opposite Now it’s only dark
Mary said she would be off here When it starts, when it starts It should be right but I always think the opposite Now it’s only dark
And even in the darkest alleys I inhale I would rather run than I wanted to be yours, alright
And even when you try to conquer I insist I would rather run than always being yours, alright Split the sidesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
