The buckles on her shoes, ribbons in her hair Mould on the walls, it was a party for a boy Look at the clothes she wears Look at her knotted hair She thinks she is an orphan Chewing on her cardigan sleeve
But no, you're wrong I'm a war instead I'm a war in my head I'm a war in my head
She was there again, she has thin hair Hanging round the back door for a slice of bread and butter I don't like her cos she is dirty I wear patent leather shoes while she smells I'm a five year old socialite And there's dried snot under her nose
But no, you're wrong I'm a war instead I am a fighter planeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
