He can't forget you You're quite a find In my mind I see how he gets you To close your eyes Kiss the skies
You race down the stairs in the morning A kiss is half promise, half warning
Why would you bother to hang around? Even for some time now There will be others to frown upon If it turns you on
But he's got the worst taste in music If I didn't know this, I'd lose it
He's got the worst taste in music If I didn't know, this I'd lose itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
