Well I lost my ways Through different rejects Well it's hard to say I was an object Hallucinating through those bad trips Well I never went to summer classes Until I found my way Trapped between this page Broken by my sins Ever wonder if this question's right or wrong to keep? Be there right by me Broken down in three All the others from my past just tend to come and leave You said you want it real Be my summer Jill We could spend the time just going up and down the hill Forget about the past Nothing seems to last Even when you think you had it all you don't Yet. . .. So who's to say You were a bad chick Well those summer days Weren't so tragic Hallucinating through those bad trips Well I never went to summer classesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
