Well, it's not what you think But it is that thought which brought you into this weapon FULL OF BEES Found you in the glue and begun their stinging
Who could've guessed You'd be out on a stretcher after you're home stretched ALL POPPED AND BRUISED And it's still you here, at least till it fits through
They trust you just to your own feet And keep you here for a whole week 'Cause you're acting strapped down crazy They'll keep you here for a whole week
The stain houses of traffic spoil you You kick your dirty feet upon the ?? WITH ALL THOSE BEES Yeah, your poor leg sticking all with the bad, seem
Who could've guessed You'd be down for a spell but out on a new bed FIGURED YOU'D KNOW I'll put the kid in me, would you let him go
Trust me just to my own feet And keep me out for a whole week BABY, YOU FEEL SO CRAZY You cheer me up for a whole week
They trust you just to your own feet And keep you here for a whole week If I don't think that you're crazy Do others thinkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
