Give me the keys You′re way too drunk to drive And I should know
Your boyfriend's a dick A face for the radio but You can′t tune out
I didn't want to come to this party The clientele likes Rogan and the army But you insisted and you twisted my arm And here we are
Mascara running down your face Running down your shirt Running down your leg Into the dirt where he belongs
When we get home I'll sit with you Til you fall asleep tonight When we get home I′ll sit with you Till you drift away tonight
Mascara Mascara
The bathroom floor is checkered Black and white Just like your life is
When we were kids We were chasing ghosts But now tonight′s more frighting
Mascara running down your face Running down you shirt Running down your leg Into the dirt where we all end up
When we get home I'll sit with you Til you fall asleep tonight When we get home I′ll sit with you Till you drift away tonight
Until it all washes away It all washes away It all washes away It all washes away Some day Some day
When we get home I'll sit with you Til you fall asleep tonight When we get home I′ll sit with you Till you drift away tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
