When my heart beats, my heart bleeds. No one can see what they're doing to me.
My soul suffers at the touch of breath. My soul sisters can't help me rest.
That ones mischievous it seems, he's not even listening. Only wants me when I am hot.
Rather spend my days locked in a vault then in his haze. Can we push pause? These are the days.
We were too hot to trot in the breeze, so stand by the water. I'll shelter your needs. You'll fall to your knees, oh gees.
Oh pretty please, don't make me beg. These months are young at the end of the day. I've got to leave, I want to stay. These months are young at the end of the day.
Everybody told me don't look back, don't go too slow, don't hold back, don't put on a show. What do they know?
Have another drink, just trust my instinct, let it all sink in. Go with the flow. That's what I know.
Oh pretty please, don't make me beg. I'll get it right before the end of the day. I know they'll say what a mistake but I'll get it right before the end of the day.
Pick myself up off the shelf though you've clipped my wings, I'll still do my thing. I'll show you all of it x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
