Isn’t it a little late Shouldn’t you fly away Little dove with cigarettes Show ‘em that you can hold your breath
I heard about a girl Buried her dolls and lost her curls Painted on lipstick red Grew herself up and then she’d
Walk into a smoke filled room Oh no one could keep their eyes off you Have a little drink or two Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Walk into a smoke filled room Little black dress and mama’s shoes Isn’t it a bit too soon Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Walk into a smoke filled room Oh I believe love will follow you Isn’t it a bit too soon Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Take a step around the room And every head keeps turning too Little dove, you fight ‘em back Show em you’re so much more than that
I heard about a girl Buried her dolls and lost her curls Painted on lipstick red Grew herself up and then she’d
Walk into a smoke filled room Oh no one could keep their eyes off you Have a little drink or two Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Walk into a smoke filled room Little black dress and mama’s shoes Isn’t it a bit too soon Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Oh how could you be that girl I knew
Walk into a smoke filled room Oh I believe love will follow you Isn’t it a bit too soon Oh how could you be that girl I knewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
