It's easy, I swear The less you think, the less you care And stop wasting my time All this complaining, you're doing just fine So simple it's hard So soft you just want to touch it You like to mime, a puppeteer Pull my strings, pull me near And keep shedding your hair I want distractions, I want them everywhere You wanna learn and I wanna teach A nursing home and a bottle of bleach
Toys Right beneath your hands A thousand grains of sand Sit between my teeth Taste them as I
You are my puppet master I am your play toy This temperature remains To be the last hope of offending me Harsh degrees Harsh degrees Harsh degrees
Stitch me up, I'm beginning to tear Fold me up and take me everywhere You paint your nails, you cut your hair I wanna look but I don't wanna stare Stretch my bones, crack my back This ain't love, it's just a form of attack You got a handful of string Fistful of salt and some seasoning No crime if there's no law Feet on the ground but I can't feel the floor
Toys Right beneath your hands A thousand grains of sand Sit between my teeth Taste them as I
You are my puppet master I am your play toy A thousand grains of sand Sit between my teeth Harsh degrees Harsh degrees Harsh degrees Harsh degreesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
