Don't look too close at my fingers 'cause they're likely to bleed from all the scratching and biting I do, everytime you leave this is my first pang of pain and it's poetry to me this is my first summer of cycling and it's poetry to me
but, who who will believe me yeah who, who will believe me
it's parked cars and traffic and I will move past it now I'll catch up to you, we'll see what these wheels can do someday, maybe, I'll catch up to you someday, baby, we'll do what we want to do
but, who, who will believe me yeah, who, who will believe me
yeah the concrete's harder and I will ride farther than you've ever seenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
