Silly, silly Mrs. Mae; she's got herself into trouble Ten screws, they're never coming loose; they're running up and down the table But she feels good, never upset; she's always been ill but able She can run whenever she wants and everyone knows she will How she'd never cut her hair; A smooth, silky lightning in the incandescent air She's a cool, crazy killer, Mrs. Mae What they don't understand is that she's almost already dead
Let it grow back, let it grow back Let it grow back, let it grow back Let it grow back, let it grow back Let it grow back, let it grow
Let it into the dark! Let it into the dark! Let it into the dark! (I can tell whose fault it's gonna be) Tinted walls in a shuddered sprawl and a sight too plain to see If you keep moving, you'll get it back And no one's gonna take you away If you feel good, tell 'em quick And no one's gonna take you, no one's gonna take you!
Silly, silly Mrs. Mae; she's got herself into trouble Ten men, emergencies at hand, they've run and got the jumper cables But she feels good, never upset; she's always been ill but able She can run whenever she wants and everyone knows she will How she'd never cut her hair Smooth as silky lightning in the incandescent air She's a cool, crazy killer, Mrs. Mae What they don't understand is that She's got a pair of scissors in her pocket and she's really gonna cut it so they better run or else they're gonna get it!
Let it grow back, let it grow back Let it grow back, let it grow back Let it grow back, let it grow back Let it grow back, let it grow
Let it into the dark! Let it into the dark! Let it into the dark! (I can tell whose fault it's gonna be) Tinted walls in a shuddered sprawl and a sight too plain to see If you keep moving, you'll get it back And no one's gonna take you away If you feel good, tell 'em quick And no one's gonna take you, no one's gonna take you!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.