And it was crowded So I was leaving And no one wants to see your debt to the sky And it was crowded So I was leaving And you entirely debased my life
You strangle me, strangler, strangler Yeah your wooden hands they smell like it's been raining for a while You perfect your style And I'll sit in the luggage pile for a while
You're wild, wild, wild Make all the dangerous girls smile Whilst down on their knees Singing please, please, please Fix me
She shouts "killjoy" because the sound of my voice Made it hard for her to tell if I was a girl or a boy "Killjoy" and then I get all annoyed "If I beat in a plastic bottle could I be a boy?" She said “no”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
