I didn't use you but I wish I had I never liked you but I wish I did
Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea Or your southern hospitality Your voice has a singsong quality And bones were made to be broken
Yes, all right, I can With sunburned lips I can bitch About another stupid summer
Paste eaters like this sad season Strong women gripe and bite your heavy tonguesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.