That fits me like a quarter door That hits me like a sound It's like You shut on me Or shouldn't be around
Like the fennel seed The funny gene You found
I like the man-o-weeds The man-o-wars abound
That fits me like a quarter door That hits me like a sound I might just win a war A matador around
There's still nothing I can say to change My news for You There's still nothing You can do to exchange My dues to You
Like You fit on me To bit on me a bound
This life that's shut on me That shouldn't be the grounds
To emulate an Epicene To elevate a sound This life, a winner needs A winner needs a wand
Never want to blame You Bound You, blame me Never want the blame You bound
Never want to blame You Bound me, blame You Never want the fame You found
And where's the same And where's the strong And where's the guard And where's the one who tries to make You?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
