Kick back a little bit just to watch and see Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk Gonna bring the second bait that's not yet sunk How I listen below when you told me That I was all you had to hold I wish you were sober when you told me That you were solid gold Gravity-free is she, look at her Hottest on the map she's full of anti-matter You never look at very mellow impressions Smell you with your going to hell expression Quixoticelixer might But it will probably not fix your bite Tell me now, tell me how Did I your lipstick on my kite
I love this weather, it's a perfect storm (Come back, come back, hey la la) Just keep it comin' in its perfect form (Come back, come back, hey la la) I love this weather 'cause it keeps me warm (Come back, come back, hey la la) Just keep it comin' in its perfect form (Come back)
Everyday depression in a beautiful dress Lady made a beautiful mess I guess Dedicated mind did a medicated state Is a highly overrated fate Terra-bulb is a soul When she told me there is such a thing Do you know that you glow when you go From winter to the spring
I love this weather, it's a perfect storm (Come back, come back, hey la la) Just keep it comin' in its perfect form (Come back, come back, hey la la) I love this weather 'cause it keeps me warm (Come back, come back, hey la la) Just keep it comin' in its perfect form (Come back)
The madder the boy, the sadder the song That's a wicked fate but the sick gets strong Mad boy, sad song A wicked fate, but the sick gets strong Nobody's right and everyone's wrong Gotta fuse to bop for all day long Mad boy, sad song Wicked fate but the sick gets...
Kick back a little bit just to watch and see Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk Gonna bring the second bait that's not yet sunk How I listen below when you told me That I was all you had to hold I wish you were sober when you told me That you were solid gold
I swear to god I could not hurt you I've got to be inside your virtue I can't contain my urge to search you
I stand before you there's no curfew I long to be inside your virtue My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to god I could not hurt you My heart is swollen when I search you I swear to god I could not hurt you
I swear to god I could not hurt you I've got to be inside your virtue I can't contain my urge to search youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
