I saw a weird boy He looked at me with a look of pure hate Nobody knew all the grief where he´d been He was a sad boy He was a victim of a dirty good time Feely games in the back of his boarded up estate.
Soon enough he´s pickin on me, Kicked my head in ´cos that´s all that he´d seen Soon enough he´s pickin on me Pickin on me
I told my teacher She looked at me so indifferently Her whole night was spent making paper red tape So I had to learn to fight Shoved her sister ´cos I had no respect So here´s the start of another war You against me
Soon enough he´s pickin on me, Kicked my head in ´cos that´s all that he´d seen Soon enough he´s pickin on me Pickin on me
Soon enough he´s pickin on me, Kicked my head in ´cos that´s all that he´d seen Soon enough he´s pickin on me Pickin on meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
