Staring at your watch Like it's gonna make me ask you what Somethings rubbing you wrong
And I'm the master of playing dumb
Panic in your talk and you're walking over I know what you want but can we not again I just let it all bottle up spill over You wanna throw down You wanna hurt me well
Do it, do it, do it you won't Do it, do it, do it you won't
Strap me to the car Pull out fast onto route one Keep the radio off I'm screaming top of my lungs
Give me what I want what I want hand over it I deserve it all don't I, Mom? I did it Can we laugh it off laugh it off we couldn't She wants to turn around It's gonna hurt me well
Do it, do it, do it you won't Do it, do it, do it you won't
Do it, do it, you won't Do it, do it, do it you won'tTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
