Sylvia rubs buttercups on her chin If the color comes off, she says, she's in love, love, love
Sylvia rubs buttercups on her chin But the color doesn't come off
If it meant nothing How come there is something Keeping us from talking If it meant nothing How come I was running Away from something
Sylvia rubs buttercups on her chin again 'Cause buttercups, they build you up and let you down again
If it meant nothing How come there is something Keeping us from talking If it meant nothing How come I was running Away from somethingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
