She looks calm and maybe flattered, Nonchalant with her striped dress, falling off her shoulder Is it her son or her brother Is she amother The baby looks ahead And she looks down She looks down
A star in the center of his forehead And sparkles on his chest, the leather battle suit A small beast behind him ready to patrol He's in control Of this desolate place Is this now Is this now
It's a bitter pill to swallow Aching in my throat Is there a better pill to swallow The aching in my throat
Sweet familiar face, pink blotchy skin Make up under her eyes fell away with her tears Green walls and purple curtain from the baby's bath, She'll pave her own path Just throw that dress away Forget that day Forget that day
It's a bitter pill to swallow Aching in my throat There's no better pill to swallow The aching in my throat Will it be a bed of roses Will it be a bed of dread There's no better pill to swallow The aching in my throat
And even so lavender In the backseat rosemary Dahlias by the dashboardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
