That fine fever brought us here Lambasted eyeballs When we kiss the dirt The orchids laugh
What a gut pageant We could play for hours What a gut pageant Meat for the flowers
You break out of a paper bag And wake up on the street Just kidding You don't have to go
I asked him why the grass is blue And stray boys don't go home Why four a.m's so screwy He says " Sleep through it "
What a gut pageant We could play for hours What a gut pageant Meat for the flowers
Not too special not too strange Just the way I like 'em You find an empty promise and stick by it
Not too pretty, not too sweet Just the way I like you When you kiss the dirt The orchids laugh, harder than me
Tell me another one I could sit for hours When anyone laughs I know I'm a coward
What a gut pageant We could play for hours When we kiss the dirt The orchids laugh, harder than me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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