He doesn't hear, he doesn't speak He doesn't know the friends he keeps Look out now, words come from behind He doesn't even mind
Funny things happen way too fast Fly through walls and crash through glass They made this up to see what I'd do And no one thought I knew But I knew
Lift my head and lose it out the window Ride a passing car for an instant They made this up to see what I'd say But I'll be back on Saturday SaturdayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
