In my head there's supermodels 4 A.M. and empty bottles Hands are stained with old regrets I cut the seams To sow the dress It's hard to stop And hard to start Like two flat tires on one shit car And no one sees you getting far Like pipe dreams on the boulevard
Because the lies I see in dreams All come from magazines
Take my money Kill the lights Close the curtains Ground my highs I won't let No, I won't let I won't let the sun set on me
Set on Set on Set on Set on me Set on Set on
The 80s on TV seem real Rock-and-roll and sex appeal Test my luck spin the wheel Close my eyes and click my heels
Because the lies I see in dreams All come from magazines
Take my money Kill the lights Close the curtains Ground my highs I won't let No, I won't let I won't let the sun set on me
Set on Set on Set on Set on me Set on Set on Set on
Set on Set on Set on Set on me Set on Set on Set on Set on me
Set on Set on Set on Set on me Set on Set on Set on Set on me
Set on Set on Set on Set on me Set on Set on Set on Set on me
Set on Set on Set on Set on me Set on Set on Set on Set on meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
