If I could talk to all the children in the clouds, The ones who couldn't help but take it lying down, I'd say, despite your fate, you made your papa proud. There's just some things a guy like that can't say out loud. Oh, your mama, well she just didn't know how. A thousand years of being told to shut her mouth And kept down, down, Down, down Kept down, down, Down, down.
If I could steal away the outcast of the class I'd break him out of there and take him to the tracks We'd bet all of it on the horse with a broke back We'd watch it win while all the stallions came in last. Oh, boy, you see Your odds ain't all that bad. Slim to none, but not so slim you've got to slip between the cracks. So come back, come back.
Pretty girl. Wicked one. Caught your curse. Cut out your tongue. Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
One by one we let 'em burn off with the sun Can only hope they're somewhere finally having some fun, Being young.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
